Before you, blues were just blues, And love was just love. Flowers were just flowers, And the sun was just light, And the ice, just crystals Weighing down the mighty boughs. Bodies were just bodies, Molded from mud of telluric ash, Returning as dust, At the journey's end. Before you, love was just love. And in the morn, ahead of the moon, The heavens would spread its gold. And the ice
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