In winter when the air gets cold
And breathing causes white ghosts to appear
They light up the city with Christmas trees
And strings that hang across the street
From telephone pole to telephone pole
So that when I'm driving home at night
Tired frustrated and pinned down by spite
I'm reminded of your love
Unlike these things will never change
Or fade or pass away
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