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Alone With The Lungs Of Winter
Alone with the drums of thunder
Rain's little hands knocking upon the glass
In the silence
The sound reveals a face
As lightning stitches the sky
Alone with the dark
Pressed all around
Like wonderful friend
With stale air to sing
Spun new with golden sheen
Alone without feeling
No care no hate
Alone with the voices
Yours and theirs
The wearied air full of song
No breath unsung
Alone with the lungs of winter
