The bridegroom feels very cold
At desolate streams,
Starts to express his chide
To moonlight`s gleams.
Vigorous bride offers kisses
To conquer warm pleasure;
That sparks at naughty beehives,
Links to unmasked treasure.
When Snowfall begins to drop
It starts to shine
In the moonlit light`s clip.
Love deed is done!
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