The snow is really piling up outside- I wish you wouldn’t make me leave here

I remember how she left me on a stormy night
She kissed me and got out of our bed
And though I pleaded and I begged her not to walk out that door
She packed her bags and turned right away…

 

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cf. Bain News Service, N. Y. City in snow storm (c.1908)

 

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