• Settle to snow,it is snowing.
    They are years from then to meet you at the end of the street what goes in the field.
    It seemed that you are more beautiful in the winter.

    Just the ravens said that you stay home with a friend.
    Back in the deal.
    Snow sparkle electric on your window.
    Goes one night.
    Read like the winter nights.
    Outside is snowing,like a legend.
    My love is playing the piano and the fair sit dark,as though it snowed in the cemetery.
    My love is playing a funeral march and I perplexed I wonder:why does she play a funeral march...
    And snow as in a cemetery.
    She cry and fell on keyboards and moans as hard in a delirium ...
    The piano dies in a discord and snow as in a cemetery.