Those endless nights
When I cried,
You took me close to your bosom
And rocked me in your arms,
...
The snow-clad peaks and I,
No likeness can I find:
The peaks, so lovely and pure,
To my ills, there is no cure.
...
The rain came pouring in,
As I was sitting by the window-sill,
The drops, perched on the grill,
Turned my frown into a grin.
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