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We see the inn, through freshly fallen snow,
As streams
of smoke rise from the chimneys three;
Tall sentinels, their arms snow laden
now,
In silence seem to call my love and me.
Unnoticed as it's nestled
'neath the trees,
Protected from the storms that come its way;
On drawing
closer we at once perceive
A place where we shall spend each loving day.
Our haven from the storms of life, that seem
To try to
keep us from the love we feel,
'Tis there we may be free to live our
dream
To love, and thus consent our love is real.
Our secret place that
only we will know.
Our hearts combined as one, no one between;
The love
we have will then begin to grow,
Fulfilling one by one our every dream.
