Matterhorn

My love,

Do you think we could ever live,

In a little cabin near the Matterhorn?

Would you like it, my love?

We could have a tiny fireplace,

And a warm hearth of embers,

That glow and float up in the evenings,

In the winter, the snow would pound,

Against the window panes,

You’d have to hold me tight,

So I wouldn’t be scared,

And we could kiss all night,

In the little bed in the corner,

Would you like that, my love?

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