The souls of all my dears
have flown to the stars
Memorial hour returns with each new year
I see, I hear, I touch you drawing near
You step onto the porch and call my name
Your face pressed up against the frosted pane
Let from the lids of bronze, unmoving eyes
Snow melt and stream like tears each human cries
The souls of all my dears have flown to the stars
Thank god there’s no one left for me to lose.

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