The Freeze, of her cold sighs,
Her icy eyes glance and frost
The green leaves and blue seas
And their dancing swing have been lost;
At her breeze, her breath, the freeze;
Her drafting wings, cleft the heating sun
Into the freeze, that brake the moist air
Her minty wind, paint the natural gloss
Her freeze, that shudders the manly bare;
She sighs coldly any seasons day,
But in the summer sun, the breeze like love clutch
The simmering sweat and scalding ray
And the freeze dry and carry stress from us;
Worry and stranger to her intention
Is it cold in nurture that she does not surcease?
Is it careless glance or cold embrace?
Is it her love, in the breeze?
Can not she express delicate winds with warmth but the freeze?
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Octovo Libra
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