Whispering kisses in silence of the winds Quilted neath patches of woolen kind In our dreams of the snow-laden pines Of crystals the gods have sent As the embers hearth warm the soul And your lips fetch me your love In essence of hot brandied tea And yet, in silence of the winds Hearing the wind ring the campaniles In our dreams of the snow-laden pines Of crystals the gods have sent
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