Where And When
by The Acorn
The snow was falling down like pieces of the sky last Friday night
I was outside on the street, and she was inside to a beat
Next thing I know, she's watching me writing to her in the snow
Let's go
She got up so close, the condensation changed her to a ghost
But she appeared again, as she wrote on the glass Well, it depends...
Where and when?
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