all the rivers that are sweeping
wash me in moments of leaving
from the mid-hour we're weeping
nobody knows who we're keeping
songs, songs from our Beacon
pink clouds stretch across our eyes
hazel turns into dry
tears in the cloth from the briar.
What will remain from our sweetness?
falling in love, and out
in and out, in and out
in and out, in and out
through.
watching the Fall through the window
from the mirage of our dreaming
is it the moon or us waning?
in this dance nobody's leading.
we are only weaving
in and out
in and out
in and out
in and out
everything loses its seam
can we make new with lost memories
stitching the torn ones together
we'll quilt our lives through the winter
in and out
in and out
sewing our time in rounds
in and out
in and out...
through
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