White Death, Winter’s Unkind. I Pull You Towards Me. We Lie in the Snow

Snow weighs down the trees
Frost covers the window pane
White death rules the world.

Trees moan in the cold
Wind whips, tearing at branches
Winter is unkind.

Frost startles the air
Clouds of vapor kiss your lips
I pull you towards me.

We lie in the snow
Make wishes on the starlight
That brightens your eyes.

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