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Theirs another
I'll take some time
to think about it,
It seems this could be more
than my time is worth.
And I think about you often,
I'm not sure of what to do.
How do you fit into all of this?
I do not have a clue.
I was wide awake last night
and the wind was howling hard.
I was so afraid,
I always have been.
And now our narrow days
are calling to us,
but I've never seen us
as we are.
My one now mourns me,
as the moon once called me,
because I was once free
as a lark.
And these winter days,
I am so alone now.
I wish somehow,
It could be more than this.
Because this bridge that was built,
was built for my weight only
and it would tumble down
if we were to kiss.
And these winter days
are turning over,
because spring is tender
and there is another, that I do miss
