You are not alone
I am here with you,
Invisible again,
My features are elusive, so
They won't disturb your peace;
And heaven softly pours
Right through the glass onto the walls
As warm paint,
And roses start laughing at me,
Right when they hear my whisper.
I loudly speak:
- It's time! It's time!
It's January and it's cold outside,
We need a grog right now!
And so you scream:
- Hurrah Hurrah!
You fetch a jug,
A clove, a lemon, and a sugar,
You place a candle on a blue velvet
And a cup of thin glass.
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