The light of the winter
rose
is so bright that you
could see it through my
clothes.
A light shining in a blizzard
is so magical that it was made
by a wizard.
I feel cold.
I wonder if it was sold.
A light so warm.
A light so bright.
I really need that light.
Oh, precious lord,
please give me a sign
so I can find the light
that's truly mine.
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