untitled 5... Slowly dancing in winter s embrace..
Dying stars glitter in darkness.
Turn to me please your tired face
Its godlike grace bless’ the silence.
The greatest pleasures of life I could have
I’ll give with no doubt for a night with an angel.
Don’t hushing your woe; share your sorrow with me
And this winter night will give us salvation.
Dec.04 or Jan.05
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