when you went away
i was watching the snow
drifting up from below
the slow sway of the days
you never said a word
but your breath was so salty
the moon was at fault
see you blur like a singing bird
in another time
we were dancing on the sun
the rays had just begun
to rhyme with us in time
bleeding foreign sands
my tongue was a crutch
and now you've been touched
by a strange man's hands
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