In the arms of Spring
I was always a winter girl, my shade a melancholy grey
I'd sleep peacefully in the embrace of the cold amongst the leafless trees
This world most reflective of what was inside of me, a heart as deep as the darkness of January
I never knew my own longing for love
Oh how I now surrender so easily
from the first touch of warm sunray, I find myself sliding into the arms of spring
He enchants me with his colors
Makes himself my muse
Enticing me into the wild with his satyr's song
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