Trees bared to winter's touch
By winter's breath laid bare
Leaves whisper of winter's heart
Of winter's heart they share
...
She haunts the twilight of my dreams
And the waking hour
Upon her brow starlight gleams
And in her voice is power
...
Death is certain
Innocence, questionable
Life, measurable
Love, unfathomable
...
There once was a man
Who upon waking one morning
Found that from the tap
No water was pouring
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Have you trod
The harrowing path
Betwixt innocent and guilt?
Have you drunk
...
Skipping she came
With fiery hair
O'er the green hill
Like the sun rising
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