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Outside of your window - flurries
And the strong wind is cold and chiming,
But I still have a warm evening
It is waiting for our meeting.

In the morning the frost was drawing
Snowflakes on your frozen window.
But I have tulips and daisies
On the my windowsill in the glass vases.

I was flying to you like a butterfly
Who believed that in front of her light,
But the wind put out the candles
And you closed your door tight.

On your window frost with the snowflakes
And the icicles hanging out the frame,
I put new curtains on my windows
And my tulips are opened up in the vases.