"...would have left this behind
I wouldn't be by this river
or waiting for this long off spring
By my own hand I would have by night
put this upon an alter to burn
or left
to float the red current of longing
to the sea
But not for I to choose is it?
Not after all this time and
I know Your voice too well to turn
or away look to another
So at this bank
I ask once more
bring this spring
you so long ago
painted beneath my winter..."
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