One day when it's winter,
When the tall oak groans in northern winds,
When cruel frost creeps white beneath the bark,
And twigs once sappy and green,
Shake brittle and dry in the darkening air.
Then come to my door,
Let yellow light spill out,
Let me wrap you in warmth,
Let summer kisses bring back roses.
When wingspan glides in the blue August skies,
Soar and circle,
Paired in gentle harmony, one together,
Until then,
Be with me.

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