Воскресенье, 05 Декабря 2004 г. 17:48
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With a solar knife I split the sky
And walk right in between
To search the answers to every “why?”
Where I have seen the unseen
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I count the stars in my hands
And dream myself strong
To watch them twinkle on my command
As once a year in midwinter songs