I have been out
In the Fields
Laden with Snow
The Air so Thick and Crisp
One Feels the Warmth
of Every Breath.
The Longing
Is not an Ache
Nor a Desire to FulFil
It is the Rhythm
That Beats in My Heart
In the Fields
Laden with Snow
The Air so Thick and Crisp
One Feels the Warmth
of Every Breath.
The Longing
Is not an Ache
Nor a Desire to FulFil
It is the Rhythm
That Beats in My Heart
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