Into a warm bed you'll drift,
My loving arms will hold you tight...
My body against yours will softly lift,
And the blizzard will cease in fire's light!
A fire that burns us through,
Of passion's madness, love's sweet plea.
Oh, this hour we've waited for, it's true!
Come, come to us, swiftly, come to me!
Come
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