The soft leaves that run through my finger tips
Bring me back to a place where the sun continually shines
and the wind whispers her silent lullaby.
A personal time machine powered by my memories
Of all the good times that have happened here
In time when the trees were naked
their foundation frozen beneath the moon
Beside the icy ballroom floor on which the geese danced
Gently you took my cold hand in yours
and under the pale full moonlit path
We were one if only for a moment
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