Andrew F. Turner
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A Winter's Day
On a morning blue you came.
Asking, 'What is meant to be? '
And on that day, a bleary day
I buzzed and stung, much like a bee
You asked me so,
“What can I do?
She struck me down with all but fists
Here I am,
On this day of mists,
What can I do, what shall I do?
Love is like a winter’s day
Cold and true but lonely and blue
What is the key?
What can I do?
What is meant to be? ”
I said to you;
'Listen to me now!
What’ll be will be, and I can see
That all that’s been and all that’s keen
Will stay there in your lonely ...