Billowy to woe. The wind blows and shakes the boughs, a rain of snow. Stilled moments on flayed love Billowy to woe. Billowy to woe. The wind blows and shakes the boughs. Chirps the darkness that throbs my soul. Billowy to woe. Billowy to woe. The wind thrashes leaves to ashes. Lights of dim palm free cheek nibbled sweet. Prints in snow, frank and cold. The wind blows and shakes the boughs. Chirps the darkness that throbs my soul. A rain of snow Billowy to slow. Billowy to slow. My heart woes.