The world revolves my angel, and once more The time is coming when the days grow short,When happy thoughts of summer flee away, And all around is desolate and bare. Come fly with me to some exotic shore, Where bathed in golden light, we two can sport,Danc...
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Delicate and Bitter
Be warned of the quiet of winter my child, for it enraptures the soul like none other.If you were quiet enough, you might hear the heartbeat of each flake as it hits its sea of brethren. You could be so light of foot that you might sense the shiver of the snow itself, nestling into the crevasses and nooks of every tree and root. So cold yo...