Shrunken by the cold weather, winter magic gathers us together. Shivering as naked trees, we travel across the seas. We join our effort to see magic under our knees. We pray to reach home, our heart is not alone. A magic winter delights us on its own. A magic winter provide us with fulness, despite of its dulness. Under the grey skies we feel small. Quietly at night, the waves heat fast our boat. Trying to sleep, we wait for the marmaid calls. The magic of another winter, embraces us with our recalls.
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