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(R. Martin) The wind swept through the valley Screaming through the willow up to me It's mostly quiet here but not today What will become of me? Just one touch love and I can see Your hand's turned cold and stone-like Our love's only one small part of everything But love is all we need Love is all we need - To make the days mean something Soft and warm as the the summers here remember? Gone like the season does Gone like the season does Aus Songtexte Mania