Late at night
When in winter
Summery
warmth
In the mind
to weigh
The walls
to sing
on Christmas day
Children 's songs
and the
to shine
Their pure
Souls
From her
eyes
the great
mother
Warming
laughing
about their
Curls
your
hands
Streams
And bless
this is
Not a little
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