Letting Go

copyright by Leslie Ann Miller


I stole your heart one morning,
it warmed the afternoon,
but come the dusk a cool wind blew
and chill the passions inside grew.
I stole your heart one morning,
tonight I give it back to you.

The night is cold
We both grow old
You need a warmer hand to hold
Let go
Let go
You need a warmer hand to hold.


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