The night was chilled as frost stuck to the pane like crystals of snow-diamonds in your blue eyes and the moon was pale as you hung about the window a shadow of memories, whispering a cold December At nightfall under the midnight pale moon with the rustling of the leaves from the trees deep lays the snow about the willows like a cold wind banging tambourines Now gazing upon your beauty
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