Release this bird upon the missing snow
He'll take my tears beyond an Eastern light
And dreams of icy, cold and frosted plow
Can't comfort me past midnight's darkened sight
Old whispers from your tongue --thieves of my dreams
Like ghosts they taunt and haunt me to my grave
Though you would say your life was not serene
I see a different portrait of those days
Where dance and romance lead the way for two
Where lovers felt the warmth of spring and fall
Where I was not a vision, hope or view
When you had everything before you saw
That everything could disappear, and love
Can fade to nothing by a slow dissolve
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