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From the ashes of Rome (Winter is coming) From the ashes of Rome (Winter is coming back)

in the morning so clear when the small birds so sweetly sing

I′m a love song, just a love song Waiting for the dance floor to fill in To be of use for something πŸ’”

Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care

Bringing us, with the December snow. Bringing us a gift of old. Wrapped in ribbons of gold

We had sunshine in December And grew our roses in the snow