Between Autumn and Spring,
Between dusk and dawn
Where the blossoms of time lie hibernating
I wait,
Me sun, you ember,
Me teak, you oak,
Me willow, you frost
And all the lies told are forgotten
And hearts are united
In a journey within time
Where the cinders of burning flames
Awaken you sleeping, me woke
And the cloaks that wrap us
Writhe as the seasons dance.
How much time is there really till it smells like sun again or feels like moon?
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