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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