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My Snow Lark

My snow lark has a streak of white hair,
and the cutest tail in the back.
In winter, she will wear a suit of white.
I can see her now.
She might be bathing in hot springs,
or basking in golden saruta sunlight.
I admit I'm a selfish man,
and I want to keep her locked up tight;
but my snow lark has wings like an angel.
And wings are made for flight =(.
For now, I will just do what's right.
So what's right you ask? I should admire her from a far,
As if she was trapped behind a looking glass.
So it's in fates hands, and I suppose that in time we will see.
Until then I will keep watching her,
and hope my snow lark keeps coming back to me.

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Somehow Roman, I believe she will. 10 from a faithful Tai