Winter Tides
Sometimes we’d run under the sun
Sometimes we knew that we were wild
Sometimes when our living began we thought that we owned the night
Each year comes under the sun moving and changing our lives
Those days when our love had just begun we loved each second of life
I hold your hand under the light of the moon now our years coincide with the night
But love you I always have done through my spring, my summer, my autumn and my winter tides.
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