5.Winter
Winter, winter, winter, winter
Before the sunrise, when I'm sleeping
You're the only soul awake.
The heavy silence below the pine boughs,
Grown so heavy, but scared to break.
Winter, winter, winter, winter
Like the quilt your mama sent me
On the bed we used to make
Just like my mother telling me,
Baby, if you love her, let her be.
I don't know if these hands
Can still spin you slow.
I don't know if I'll ever dance again.
I guess we'll see when the snow melts
What's left of summer's glow.
The wood floor creaking softly,
On the porch we used to sway,
Above the lilac locks in July,
Sweating tired, in the shade.
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