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When you came like the falling snow Dripping, melting into my mouth The trees, whispering softly Against translucent, mist encrusted windowpanes The pale winter moon peering in Listening through the curtains As I called your name for one last time Before I had to leave Taking with me memories Of what had passed through the long hours Of the thrusting night Where death meets birth And, of the eternal light of knowledge A glimpse is often seen Almost hidden among the sheets Amid the cries and the warm wet afterness Of a released soul In search of Life |