Michael Talbott and The Wolfkings
Winter Streets
I find myselfOn winter streetsWandering slowThe passersbyLike sailing fleetsThe meadows callOut to my heartHer raven headFor flowers wildAll travel farAnd the sweetest wintergreenThat I bring upon my lipsAnd the language of true loveCan be read upon a kissFear is such a brutal enemyHe makes a fool of meAnd calls me to a fightWill I taste the fruits of victoryOr will he conquer meAnd leave me here to die
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