You are a nail
that pricks my status quo,
You are the draught
that ruffles my snow.
You are the hands
that jangle my window
I long for your footstep
if only you would know!
that pricks my status quo,
You are the draught
that ruffles my snow.
You are the hands
that jangle my window
I long for your footstep
if only you would know!
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