We’re snowed in, love, the world is white, mistakes are drifted in tonight; our slate is cleaned, the past is dressed in whitewashed grace – so be at rest. Blunders wear refinement’s shawl, faux pas flaunt finesse, as all our errors lie beneath the snow; let’s start again, and let yore go…

We’re snowed in, love, the world is white,
mistakes are drifted in tonight;
our slate is cleaned, the past is dressed
in whitewashed grace – so be at rest.
Blunders wear refinement’s shawl,
faux pas flaunt finesse, as all
our errors lie beneath the snow;
let’s start again, and let yore go…
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