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By Unchained Date: 2001 Aug 28 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.28.02.10.13493]] |
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When the leaves fall and the wind grows colder what shall I say of you? When the days are shorter and tinged with snow and the frost lies heavy on the stubbles of corn what shall I say of you? I have thought it through in sunlight and shadow in moonlight and starlight and cannot bring my mind my heart to anything but loving you. Some would say be angry bitter curse and shout. But all the while I ask myself over and over what shall I say of you? I found a strand of your hair on the shoulder of my shirt. Can you believe I kept it safe and sound? When Christmas comes and it seems it will without us if I am still here and standing by the tree I'll remember your kiss your touch your silken hair in silence. But what shall I say of you? |