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The crash of the waves on the banks of the sea
Where I always know you and you often know me.
Memories of that lake in the woods,
But the dream, upon waking, is never as good
As the feeling where you once stood.

The mantle’s fief and Shakespeare’s bust,
The sparrow’s rest and the city’s lust.
Like a bicycle left in the rain and snow,
Things are never the same once you go.

The story’s being told in the mountain cave
Past the face and the place with your choice of slaves
Past the hole where the winter’s gone
Where the days are hard and the nights are long
There I’ll sit and I’ll be strong…

The mantle’s fief and Shakespeare’s bust,
The sparrow’s rest and the city’s lust.
Like a bicycle left in the rain and snow,
Things are never the same once you go.

I lay here, knowing
That outside it’s snowing
And my insides are cold as my heart,
But not quite as tart.

The blow of the wind through the leaves on the trees
Reminds me where I am, what you said I need.
All I know now is the balance I’ve found
Here amidst the willows, and the snow on the ground,
I’m hardly free, but still far from bound.