Slow Paino

Bring us now where the chilly wind

Blows, where the snows

Sigh, where the hot co-co

Tongued snow fakes 

 

Where the showers 

Fan soft like a snowman's 

Hat though the warmness air.

 

Bring us now where the players 

Playing, where the snow fall,

Where the snows are 

And the minstrel sits 

 

On the white softness snow 

With the dreams of our slow piano.

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