All i see, a blizzard.
White snow fogging up my mind,
Keeping me blind,
and bind to fate.
There i see standing in the air,
a maiden with locks of tuscany hair,
with a voice so sweet and fair.
Her smile catches me distrait.
She warms my frozen heart,
The melodies playing in my mind such art.
But thou cannot interrelate.
I must be quiet lock it all away,
my love nay.
for my vision back to gray.
and i no longer see straight.
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