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Wrapped in winter blankets,
Standing in the fog,
Raise your hands,
If the cool touch of dew,
The mind is thrilled,
Don't understand that I am by your side all the time.Some come from something far away
There is no end to this
When you come, the melody wakes up
There is no end to that melody.Love means the pull of the heart
Love means a little pride
A nest of two birds
Two banks of a river
A hope of two minds
His name is love.
