Thither thy bloweth the wind in a dulcet
Ushering the virgin specks off the facet
Hither hath come my fere,he chortles
And pulls himself out from the mortals
Listening to the murmurs of his quilt
Relishing the silhouettes of the fireplace in silt
O'er joyed he was,would he be alone again never
Out into the snows his gaze froze forever
Long it hath,since the story been told
Damned souls never gave him a hold
Yearned his heart for a loving boon
Like widow'd nights awaiting the moon
O'er the years he admired the adrift winter
Not once fooled him,ethereal the snows were
Whither thou goest,I shall go, he promised
Followed the path of the waxing winters as poised
Anusha
Words never cease
Ushering the virgin specks off the facet
Hither hath come my fere,he chortles
And pulls himself out from the mortals
Listening to the murmurs of his quilt
Relishing the silhouettes of the fireplace in silt
O'er joyed he was,would he be alone again never
Out into the snows his gaze froze forever
Long it hath,since the story been told
Damned souls never gave him a hold
Yearned his heart for a loving boon
Like widow'd nights awaiting the moon
O'er the years he admired the adrift winter
Not once fooled him,ethereal the snows were
Whither thou goest,I shall go, he promised
Followed the path of the waxing winters as poised
Anusha
Words never cease
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