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Gone is the hurt, the wait Gone is the warmth of day A stray boat saved, happy memories engraved On into a velvety night Beneath a lantern light Last night brought the heaviest of snows Melting the songs of old Tying the boat, write a new one soon Sending me to the drowning moon Far above a lantern light I walk now toward the trees I am the secret stream The night falling at my feet Into the forest of yesterwynde. |