There's a love song in winter's dimly night
With the beautiful things for tomorrow,
All love is like gladness and each sorrow
Lonely cloud wandering in a distant flight;
Sometimes the sky is blue and flaming bright
With shades from the deep in dim ambaro,
Reaching to the horizon like saguaro
For all the dreams that still are out of sight.
No past morning would sing again to me
If there were no love songs to remember,
For memories in heart are roots quite fresh;
Giving to past wings again new and free
Like a seasoned autumn in September,
Pictures to assert colors from time bresh.
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