Out in the cold, there’s a girl I’m told - she’s wise and tall.
Her eyes are winter and fall
So stubborn, yet, so sweetly sung from near and far
Her grace and charm.
Caught in a whirlwind and turning about face.
Have I left something I cannot replace?
As summer days roll away from your embrace, by any name.
Just let me know if we could meet again,
Someday, few years or so when autumn leaves
Open their arms to snow.
I spoke my peace, these past few weeks.
In truth, your words, your honesty we keep.
Gone seven days and I forget this sin.
Of course, that’s the way, my dear, we’ve always been.
Our eyes are blind to the ones we’ve got, and clear to those we’ve lost.
Remembering the days that we forgot.
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