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But─


I know not hardship.

We have not met.

He is but a distant stranger.

I have heard of his evil ways,

But─from his spell, I remain untouched.

 

Who am I to complain?

I am given all I need─

So much more.

I've been carried to the top,

But─How much greater then, be the fall?

 

As I have lived

On me blessings have fallen.

Flake by flake they encompass me.

Each is unique─Each brings joy,

But─I fear, I will soon freeze.

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