gentle winds blowing
limbs scratching at my window
I light a candle for your soul
take a nip and then go
out to walk upon the dell
toward the gray horizon
where long ago through wind and snow
roamed horses wild and bison
the cold it bites me on my nose
and tickles my fingertips numb
but my heart it stays warm as sweet apple pie
just waiting for you to come
run to me now as the snow turns to clover
and kiss me hard on the mouth
then let's stroll together hand in hand
as we mosey back to the house
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