O natal star, in scent of pine,
you point to heaven, where you shine
potential beams of next year’s limbs,
in snowy solemn winter hymns.
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Singing the Blues
spindly pincushion
deep emotional distress
pine singing the blues
O natal star, in scent of pine,
you point to heaven, where you shine
potential beams of next year’s limbs,
in snowy solemn winter hymns.
spindly pincushion
deep emotional distress
pine singing the blues
