Snow-Globe
There is wood stacked for burning
As the temperature turns damp cold
And Darlin you know I’ve been yearning
To dim the Tiffany lamp glow
So space the logs for the fire
Spin the mind music slow
We will turn our rhythms
Into it’s own Tantric gold
Let the mood inside get crazy
Kissing this warmth of love
While the atmosphere outside
Twirls its own lacy snow-globe
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