I hear from you
Far, far away from the other end of
The river, clear busy little river that runs
My heart, the fire burns on the river
Though on icy water and howling wind,
It lives, for your cozy voice that adds
More wood to the fire, though in freezy weather,
It stays and lives by your nursing
I breathe the lovely air, from you.*

* to karen

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