In the beaches and the trees
Of my little scene,
The ice has started melting;
And I have you to thank.
As long as it isn’t just a thawing
From which winter will creep back.
I want to hold you
And walk you through the valleys of frozen trees,
As long as you’ll let me.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 8:33 PM UTC
In the beaches and the trees
Of my little scene,
The ice has started melting;
And I have you to thank.
As long as it isn’t just a thawing
From which winter will creep back.
I want to hold you
And walk you through the valleys of frozen trees,
As long as you’ll let me.
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