Voice of Snow 3

Now so old and understood

He turns with hard heart hardened

away from empty hands

 

Such winter currents blinded

Out beyond the night green boughs

 

Sing me far away

far away

far

Sing me cries of white

cries of white

cries

 

Ash snow of perfect freeze

Nothing around to sing

only white upon horizon

ash snow of perfect freeze

 

Only two upon the world

he to save and he to take

those round eyes with their sights so pure

he to take and he to stain

 

Voices cream and silenced

Voices still and shadowed

Voices beyond horizon

 

Sing me far away

far away

far

The End

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