wide river of time
i sob for a hundred years
and flow to your gates
rain pools in two hands
i see your face without age,
without anecdote
the winter remembers
a girl who had nothing but
the horse on her back
wide river of time
i sob for a hundred years
and flow to your gates
rain pools in two hands
i see your face without age,
without anecdote
the winter remembers
a girl who had nothing but
the horse on her back
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