That white snow on the raven's back
Beauty personified to be it's own flack
It is cold that now fills my heart's crack
How much i need her i know from her lack
Her flowery perfume, the scents of lilac
Her presence affects me like an aphrodisiac
Aphrodite dressed in the nights pitch black
Left her footprints on a white, crumpy track.
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