The moon was a whitegold earring
Worn by a frosted fir
While ice chimes clinked and jingled
His thoughts were all of her.
Sunrise pale and leaden
Embraced the silver rim
Of the rime-encrusted woodland.
Her thoughts were all of him.
The moon was a whitegold earring
Worn by a frosted fir
While ice chimes clinked and jingled
His thoughts were all of her.
Sunrise pale and leaden
Embraced the silver rim
Of the rime-encrusted woodland.
Her thoughts were all of him.
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