The winter of emotions
Sometimes steals into my head
It's the tundra of the shutdown
It's the burying the dead
And I'd like to make my springtime
But I have no read recourse
But to wait on some long loving
From some deep and pure source

You lay me down
You whisper somehow
I can hear it when I'm very still
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You don't ever touch me or chase away the chill
But one day soon, you will

The art of all my problems
Is in how they're resolved
I try until I'm hopeless
And then a hand so soft
Is brushing back my hair
From it's clinging to my face
From crying God I live in
Such a weak and desperate place

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