These confession I shall make
Before the moist clothed me,
A horse frome the West came.
In his blue eyes beamed free-spirit.
Idiot as i am,
I laid down my last courage:
The last strenght of my heart,
Unaware of my distresses;
He showed me his loving-kindness
And when nightime came,
He left
Wish he left me in silence
But with a quarelling tongue.
When darkness turns to light
There was no one else for me.
O' Winter Fairy of Fractured Bones
This confession i'm making
For all my life, your heart is heavy towards me.
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