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Winter no longer seems harsh,
It is all spring; perpetually my March.
The cold winds no longer tempt me to sleep,
All I want is to cuddle; warm, content
With you, with me,
The fire between us keeping life alive;
The blood and sweat making us breathe in life…
Where we are, will be.
Our world, warm and cool,
Fluid and crystal...
You and me, making the world
What it should be....
You and me, all
What it should be...
You and me