\"Wake up, he said,
It\'s nine, it\'s almost time...\"
To leave. I\'m almost happy -
I welcome morning with a smile
And wear it until sunset.
Almost excited in his arms, almost
Convinced his
I am tired... suspiciously
Tired of light, of song, of any movement;
Since the last snow
My soul is melting
Slowly, without pain, pouring
Drop by drop, like rain
Under the pale face of
Early
don\'t say it\'s sunshine
he said, then turned
to face the sky
don\'t hold my hand
don\'t pour your soul
into my own, don\'t watch me
with those eyes
don\'t make me cry
don\'t even try
to
long after you\'re gone
I find myself
standing still,
arms empty,
staring into the
cold december night
along the road
repeated image
and I know there\'s a train
waiting at the station
and I
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