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The rhythm of snowfall guides us growing tall, smothers us in white and gold, so I carefully harbor you. If the weight is too much to bear, your burden I will ease, I will share, between us, should you stop for air.

It will guide us, our loves, to the truth inside; we’ll be under the flight of doves, in lightness, of light. Intwined, we seek inward and we seek without extrinsic fears, intrinsic doubts, we worry, yet we are devout, in love, our faith resounds.