| O my love being your songs to my door
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| And come and rest inside
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| While the snow is falling coloured through
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| The windy world outside the crystal window
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| And the snowy wind is breathing sounds
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| Of icicles---melting in love
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| O my love let your teats warm my hand
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| And shower your gentle kisses
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| Where the desert sands are running dry
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| And parched in summer burning heat and hunger
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| And the warm Indian sun is shedding
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| Pearl stones---melting in love
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| O my love let your hands rest in my hair
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| As white birds in the forest making love upon the fingers of the trees
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| And in the wild woodland simmering
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| And the bodies of the trees are bursting sunflowers
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| Melting in love---melting in love
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| O my love you’re searching for your name
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| Beside the sea of dreams where shadows dance
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| And for your glance the sky would chance the granting
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| Of a dream to the restless soul that dwells within your heart
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| And your eyes are open windows to your mind
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| Your eyes are open windows to your mind |