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It was a cold night January, maybe February Midnight Our breath in the air in front of us. We walked 2 miles to get to the butte. The ascent took 20 minutes   in coats and tattered sneakers.
Don't let me fall, I'm already on the edgetrying to lean backwards,but the wind blew and blewI don't want to tumbleI don't want to loseBut I just can't help it,the wind is blowing me to you
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