Oh my lovely cold breeze
To where is thou headed?
Through snow topped mountain
Passing by grassy meadows
Dancing along the clouds
Chirping with the birds
Mooing like the cows
Ever so happy!
Oh, my lovely cold breeze,
May I ask of you a favor?
In the land up north,
There resides a city
Scattered buildings and a river in between
A sight which thou might never have seen
I demand of you naught but,
The scent of a girl with dense black hair
With dark brown eyes, in souls they stare
Her accent speaks honey while her voice melts hearts
I have fallen for her like a deck of cards
Oh, dearest cold breeze
Carry her scent, onto your knees
And fly it back to this village of my own
I shall be thankful and bid you well!
And call upon you once again
But! thats a poem for another time,
I shall recite it to you, some other day
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