Winter nights still come along and I still hear her quiet song
singing like a ringing in my ear.
She hides herself but never sees she changes like the autumn leaves
and I sometimes wonder what I’m doing here.
She says she wants to get away to relieve herself from all the pain
of memories she wishes wasn't there.
And she wants to plant a garden just before the soil hardens.
She hums as she puts flowers in her hair.
These cold nights of December are like ones I can't remember.
My memory is as pale as her skin.
But as I watch her dance in motion her dress waves like the ocean.
She stops takes a bow and then she grins.
For a moment she looks at the stars, smiles as she points to ours
and asks if I dream anymore.
And I can see she's crying as she pretends that she's flying
and I just watch.... as she soars.
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