Snow was falling like a bird.
And beyond our little burden
Winter waltzes could be heard.
We were dancing like reflections
On the surface of the sea.
It was wine,
And misperception,
And waltz was from Tennessee...
With the time your breath would harden,
Shapes would drift,
Lines would be blurred...
But the children played in garden.
And snow fell like dying bird.
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