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Warm Winters
Warm Winters of sand and sear
You take to your place and make it appear
She's searching the pool for a second
You're turning to
Rest in her presence no effort
Just a friend I say don't be a fool
Hours and days and never
Just spent in good conversation
Have her close whenever
Sometimes without narration
Out on the cliff and you're sinking
On your backs the stars are speaking
Don't break their tongues
You reach beside as a rung
She comes close to ask for
You're afraid of
God steals your soul
But leaves your love
What becomes of these
