Pale september,
i wore the time like a dress that year
buy as the embers of the summer
lost their breath and disappeared
but then he rose, brillant as the moon in full
and sank in the burrows of my keep
And all armour falling down,
in a pile at my feet
and my winter giving way to warm
as i'm singing him to sleep
He goes along just as a water lily
gentle on the surface of his thoughts
his body floats
unweighed down by passion or intensity
yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts
and he finds a home in me
for what misfortune sows
he knows my touch will reap
And all my armour falling down
in a pile at my feet
and my winter giving way to warm
as i'm singing him to sleep
(repeat)
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