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Stand with me for a while

on these frozen shores where winds roll the waves of life

Once more,smoke disappears...raindrops fall

everchanging light and shades paint movements on wooden walls

I speak my truth,be gone december

moon in yule,so sad its forlorn face

Burial ground light with candles

magic reappears to this lonesome place

Old house down the hill sleeps now

so I visit these places in my dreamscapes tide

Memories when I was young,without demons to fight

shooting stars rode across the sky

I love you,I miss you...