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 She placed her ring on the sill,

dishes piled high.

 She's on the front porch step

 and the air smells like snow. [

She's thinking of the siege to come

 and how'll she'll miss those weekends

 in the park with the sun on her face

 and her book by her side and that

 lingering taste that he left on her tongue.

 He lifts his glass from the table.

 It leaves a ring where it stood.

 He sees the light from the window

 caress her like he knows he should.

 He's remembering the first time he kissed her

 and how he'd wake

and immediatley he'd miss her,

like a spell, with each breath,

he'd taste he breath like a haunting,

irritating as hell.

Do you rem- ember when you'd pray

 to never see the day

 when someone would make you feel this way.

 'Cause you knew

 it would cut right through you

and once inside, you were afraid they'd find

nothing to hold on to.

 He puts her ring on her finger,

 she brushes back his hair.

 He takes a sip from his glass,

 she inhales the cold fall air. [

 And they're thinking of the long road ahead

 and the strength that they will need

just to reach the end.

 And there in the silence they search for

 the balance between this fear they feel

 and a love that had graced their lives.