. . .It's called Winter Quarrels
Between the winter quarrels
Around every day of spring
A whisper a wink to condone your absence
A song filled with lyrics to subdue your abundance
Allow the clouds to fill with remora
Forth cast the spell of terror and horror
Through the life of an angels desire
Between the days in which we speak of
Around the old mountains on which we live on
A whisper a wink to condone your lust
A song filled with lyrics to subdue the attention
We call the name of our ancestors heart
We sing thy praise of which lingers in the dark
Curiosity of what lies beyond
Hold thy heart into thy hands
Place the peace within thy womb
A place of sadness a place of doom
A place in which we save no room
For the ones we love
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