My precious winter love,
With snow such a precious white,
Seeing you is a beautiful sight
As pure and innocent as a lovely, flying young dove
My dear, you perfect delight
My precious winter love,
With snow such a precious white.
For how much is one able to take in of
Such a fair, beauty, just what a sight
To be torn away from it is but contrite
My precious winter love,
With snow such a precious white,
Seeing you is a beautiful sight
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