And the cold wind, she a-blows saying
You must stay
You must suffer
Yet I respond
The joys of sunlight brings me here
The waters, the ice, the sound of the wild geese and swaying tree tops
whispering
Stay, please stay
and so it goes and so I listen
I choose to feel the cold winds upon my loins and its sting upon my face
And so it goes and so it goes
To you I come for you give me hope
You give me a quiet peace
a peace only nature can give
Take me outdoors
Take me where the wind can touch my skin
even though I am cold
but for this moment
I am free
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