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tickling my nose that fur, but I only burrow deeper... CRUNCHING snow from tender flakes to stabbing stakes Katska... I will remember on summer days when my arms are bare that there was no sun and you were my warmth when you and i wore the same fur coat and nothing else Katska... we sang songs that had no words only a simple tune that made us both smile touching cold noses and butterfly kisses you were my Anastasia, Katska... I will remember... © 1996, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |