A ball of light that no man's right
Could capture, keep or hold
Since she's been gone the light glows on
But now the light is cold.
The mornings come with wintersun
And spread out ice like lace
The frost kiss is the morning's bliss
And summer knows its place.
The wintermoon, the Clair de Lune
Sings over seaside har
But she brings heat in each heartbeat
She is my winter star.
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