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When the Snow Comes Around

When the snow comes around,
Thoughts of you will escape from the back of my brain,
Flow through my bloodstream,
Pump through my heart,

While I walk to school, every tall mystery I see will remind me of you,
While I'm on the bus, I’ll think about when you got lost,
While I'm in class I'll think about how you're almost done
While I'm walking home I'll think about calling you.

I'll stare out into an empty field of white
Not sure how it reminds me of you,
But it does.
And I remember.

Then rain comes around,
Throwing itself down from the sky,
Washing every trace of snow out of sight,
And slowly out of mind.

And now that the snow is gone,
So are the memories.
But now there's a layer of nostalgia,
And I think it hurts more now than ever.

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