The Winter From Her Leaving William Fitzsimmons

Shove me out to see
The sea
The quiet of December
To the deep I turn

From the wreck I bless
This mess
From what I can remember
Your ghost I burn

Why do I always feel
Like I'm waiting to begin
Why do I always feel
Like I'm waiting to begin

Lay me down this sound
Unbound
The birds of spring returning
Your ghost I burn

Shall I sleep to keep
This peace
The winter from her leaving
To the bow I run

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