In the blue Canadian winter, I'll follow your trail Till your love becomes a snowbank hardened by gael. When ice appears on matchsticks and the salt trucks fail, And coalmen hibernate through their alarms. In the blue Canadian winter an iceman roams, Building railroads made of iron, sweat, and skin. When you become thawed-out your love will swamp the tracks, And my heart will be restored with virgin blood.
Warm, your warm, Victoria.
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