summer sunny days are washed away, replaced by the crisp kiss of winter air.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8ZUV9IBEXY
We bought some wine and some paper cups
Near your daughters school when we picked her up
And drove to a cemetery on a hill
On a hill
And we watched the plumes paint the sky gray
But she laughed and danced through the field of graves
And there I knew it would be alright
That everything would be alright
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