It sometimes seems
That if I tried
I‘d find my dreams
Behind the sky
The molten gold
That warms my eyes
Defeats the cold
And when I die
I think the ridge
So far and blue
Hides the bridge
I’ll cross to you
Sunset
Two Women and Some Books
It sometimes seems
That if I tried
I‘d find my dreams
Behind the sky
The molten gold
That warms my eyes
Defeats the cold
And when I die
I think the ridge
So far and blue
Hides the bridge
I’ll cross to you
Sad, but so lovely…
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