We have endured your grasp on our nature

Many mornings, many degrees we shiver

Our lives adjust not wandering further

Beyond the safe restraints of near shelter

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Some who may less desire Mother’s capture

Will live mortal lives alone and whither

Upon a cold arm’s caress in Winter

Forever frozen fueled by His rapture

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Society screams sentiments abound

Everyone shouts pain and complains aloud

‘Such seasons shall send me south’ yells a crowd

Chilled margaritas and white sands are found

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Glance the sunlit beauty snow forms in light

Sweet smitten, tonight Her dance will delight