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Winter, again.
You've worn me as winter wears autumn.
I've searched and searched from top to bottom.
Oh, how I long to lose myself again in your symphony.
But all I find is dissonance, discord, and me.
Oh, how you've worn me, as frost wears the ground.
I've searched and searched, here's what I've found.
That love fills the gap between the rope and my neck.
And warmth leaves the bed where both of us slept.
Cause God made the moon to take hold the place,
that the sun leaves at night, in all that dark space.
But where is the moon, that belongs in me,
to take hold the place, you desert when you leave?
