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The tree line slowly fading at a distance,
As the night descends, on the face of the earth,
Headlights turn on to keep the wheels rolling,
Down the winding roads of the misty mountains,

Just the thought, a beautiful one at that,
Holding hands, swaying to the winds,
The chillness outside, and the warm within,
Beside the hearth, as the candle dies,

Hazy gray sky, the evening drizzle,
Brings on memories to reminisce,
As the head rests on the shoulder,
Love is in the air as she breathes low,

The sweet lullabies kiss,
And the dreams wave in