Did you ever stand at
The river’s edge
My love, and were you alone?
Stars shine brightest in winter’s
Forbidden season
My fire burns them.
And may I help you trim
The olive tree
Before the smoke drifts
Into spring again.
I will miss you
When you have gone away
Into a misty future.
Be with me now
There is no time
To say forever.
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