And so if we roll into a thick knot of black coats this winter
We'll converge into light, melt the ice from beneath us
and blind stars with the gold in our irises tonight.
Monday, December 19, 2005
A Season Undone
And so if we roll into a thick knot of black coats this winter
We'll converge into light, melt the ice from beneath us
and blind stars with the gold in our irises tonight.
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