Destination ice blocked by lights
So it was called
Mine was an ice in the lights
Mine needed this ravage
For freedom from the box
Delighted these words covered with wine
To mine in the lights
Squeezed by time on the wicked road
Unblock oh lights for mine
To dine with me this hour
And wine with me this rosy hour
In cherry sweetness under flowers
Mine come ye to me
Defrosting every ice blocked destination
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