Winter the Saint
They told me you were dangerous
But I knew differently
Not danger, but pain is what I could see
You had been beaten and abused
You had been torn and used
But now you're safe with me
Your big, furry head is laying in my lap
You're smiling and I'm laughing
You're mine and I'm yours
Oh, Winter, you beast
How could I love you more
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