Hours are going by far into winter's dream
Solitarily they come in a glow
In mystic that in unreality seem
With glistening light and new fallen snow
Footsteps to futures - a coming day
Keeps every thinking pondering on
With passions of the heart turning their way
Till dimness of this world's nearly all gone
You and I as close up as we can get
Wondering what shall be happening next
When realism waves fail to delusion
We have only in our dreams ever met
Through written words of each lonely text
Trying to read between them - their confusion
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