Winter Pockets
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Winter Pockets
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Walking in the winter down rows of empty sidewalks
I reached into my pocket, found an old note from you
It read "Babydoll"
I love yoU
Can't wait to see you Sunday."
I tried to hear you read it, can't remember your voice.
Was it sweet?
Was it sultry?
Did I tremble when I heard it?
Did you sing softly to me, whisper words in my ear?
So I sit and I think of you
So I sit and I wonder who you sing songs to now.
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