October 2010
summer has gone and winter beckons
fruit that has ripened will soon soften
my heart in yours and your hands in mine
together we step through the sands of time
rainfall and snowflakes and sunshine and fog
we know these seasons won't last for long
my feet are tired and your eyes are red
still we shoulder on and carry the dead
these are the times of struggle and sparkle
the moon tells us to to stay out of trouble
your arms are wide and I crumble within
the stars will protect us from all sin
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