Oh, my lovely Snowy Flower,
In late December you open,
Crusted with diamonds of Eden,
In jewels garden of God to pick.
In late December you open,
Crusted with diamonds of Eden,
In jewels garden of God to pick.
Every heart is blessed as the love,
On high above felt as love-sick,
Sent to the earth through this nice pic,
Sung on the mic to fix the mind.
On high above felt as love-sick,
Sent to the earth through this nice pic,
Sung on the mic to fix the mind.
The mind itself lacks the full bliss,
Her cheeks to kiss as love is blind,
Hoping to know someone to find,
Two hearts combined from loyalty.
Her cheeks to kiss as love is blind,
Hoping to know someone to find,
Two hearts combined from loyalty.
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