This is the way I feel
That my soul should feel,
But you are not
Here;
Senses of the forest
With Christmas lights
In the trees,
Headlights of angels
Hanging there;
What is this memory?
Where does it belong?
Now look into my eyes;
See I am here-
And the forest lays across us
Like a lover
At this hour.
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