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Some frozen tears
Cling to my face
Have I really been crying
And not noticed them flow...
From this poor heart tears flow
Flow with burning heat
Flow enough to melt
The winter frost and snow
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Schubert’s Winters
Journey-Frozen Tears,
Wilhelm Müller poems
Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.
Edith Sitwell
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We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love.
Sigmund Freud
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I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel
Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
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The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.
E.E. Cummings
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently and then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says Go to sleep, darlings till the summer comes again
Lewis Carroll
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Hans Gude - a winter afternoon