I have shut out the sun, she said,
I open the window that's closed.
And love to you, love I will give,
So more to the light should you live.
Wrapped in linen, wrapped in snow,
Wet with the sweat of yesterday's pain.
Music drifts up,
Over the roofs as I lay deep in sleep.
Purple my room, black in the sun,
Where is the love I once had every night?
Whom shall come and sit here by me,
And with love set me free.
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