Your fear is a sultry
Dark-haired fox in a white
Wool coat, long gloves and boots
And she tugs you close to
Her in the black cold night
As the snow tumbles down
She whispers sound advice
Which paths to cross and walk
don't run and stay with me
And as she tugs she slows
You stop. The woods at night
Are cold but you can feel
Her warmth
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