We built our new cabinAmong trees of pine
Where we spent our winters.Our life was divine.
Where we spent our winters.Our life was divine.
Though winds were furious, we stayed by the fire
Sleeping and dreaming with our heart's desire.
No boats could approach us, the river was ice.
Once someone tried to cross it, but didn't try twice.
We read by candlelight, woke up before noon.
We stayed there all winter and will return there soon.
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