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You meekly call my gentle angel,

I miss you immensely a minute even without you,

Winter will cover the snow-white blanket,

I love you and miss you always my child.

You come quickly to me from wondrous lands,

Dispel my grief and constant sorrow,

We are separated by the tears of my boundless ocean,

And in dreams I come to you most nights.

Your love will soothe your soul and all your worries,

Fill your heart with immense bright light,

Us have United in this dark world gods,

And for you, I’ll be the silent, raging wind.

To wave my hair and to lull me at night,

Nightmares to drive and inspire new fantasies,

Sometimes Wake you up with a light breeze in the morning,

And give fresh strength to my grace again.

Will keep you warm from now on, during the severe frost I,

Heat will douse your such cold hands,

And not afraid of us together will become any forecast,

I’ll save you from heartache and agony.

And be with me always and never forget,

Fly to meet me without fear or reproach,

I love the velvet voice and your brown eyes,

I’m always looking forward to every word.