Far afield the snow
And the scents of firs billow
Rhythm in the sky
Selections of stars
Numbering one to others
An aisle to follow
The phase of the moon
A gesture of fourth quarter
Laid on the river
In same position
To recapture a dream lost
Thoughts of regression
Traces of regrets
Where I'd been; where I have gone
Memories erased
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