Cold Vancouver Nights

The stars — they shine in the night so bright,
The rain, ’twill not cease,
I close my eyes, I wish you might —
Appear and my sighs relieve.

Come to me yet, whisper in my ear,
Tell me you still love me so.
Kiss, caress and hold me my dear
And promise you’ll never let go.

The wind, it blows a cold harsh tune.
The stars, they glow steely bright white.
I wish it were the month of June,
Instead of this cold December night.

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