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I'm sure it's Winter somewhere.

You can feel it in the breeze, and when you put your hand in the water.

One of these days I'm going back to the river

I'm going to sit on the old stone bridge and listen to the fish

The water will pour over the rocks and it will remind me of my heart



I've been waiting to invite someone in

I dream of holding hands and the endless depth of being intertwined with someone's limbs

Love will leave a mark, I'll admit.



I've been very much alone, it shows on my skin

I can't really tell you much of anything else

It is what it is

And it's dying, like all the stars and planets