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Warmth
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innocence I lay asleep on winter days
too cold to move, too beautiful to stay
through mine eyes winter sleeps
from today unto tomorrow
I lay here sick on summer days
too hot to move, too warm to stay
through mine eyes, summer rests
upon so many a sorrow
Spring and autumn join hands in the dawn
My love has been moved and played like a pawn
Fast, my fingers move past gracefully
for your heart alone to borrow
