Meetings, Meetings, Meetings
It's December now, the weather's turning
But in my heart a flame is burning
Keeping me as warm as toast
Inside it lives, it does not boast
The one who warms my inner soul
Is one who sings and makes me whole
The snow may fly but care not I
I'm snuggled in her lullaby
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