Some lovers are like snow,
They can't help it, they are cold.
They were born into a winter morn,
And'll melt in the gentle sun.
Forgive them, and wrap them around.
For even in cold they keep u warm.
Make an igloo, and make love,
Until they fall to the morning sun.
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