What will, in January, bloom?
What, in the winter, thrives and grows?

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The loons cry out their tuneful woes,
and winds, they sweep around like brooms.

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The skies, sometimes, are filled with gloom,
while stalks lie withered in their rows.

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What will, in January, bloom?
What, in the winter, thrives and grows?

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Mature Content

I lay my head upon your womb,
my love for you, it starts to flow;

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it's this that blooms, as we both know,
and maketh me your winter groom.

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What will, in January, bloom?
What, in the winter, thrives and grows?

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