If it's a new moon time
And if the wind is howling outside
And you can't pick up another book
But you can feel a blizzard coming
And you're both excited and exhausted
And a fire's hissing in the grate
And all your prayers have gone to bed
Pour yourself a glass of wine
And cut yourself a slice of bread
And when you've fully drunk
And fully eaten listen
For your soul to wake
It too a blizzard and a fire
It too a sacrament of desire
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