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As I a lay here at night,

in my cold and lonely room.

I hear the winds outside my window,

whispering my name.

The voice oh so familiar,

but who it is,

I cannot tell.

Wishing it was you,

I lay here and think.

Thinking of us,

and the way we were.

So in love.

A love I thought would never end.

But all that's left,

is whispering winds.



~*~ Jill ~*~