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At the dawn of summer with black flies in my eyes Through bloody tears I bless a new sunrise In the dead of winter at 25 below I shiver under heavenâs starry glow all alone
When a storm is brewing the woods begin to talk Screaming trees and howling wind through rock Clearly through the chaos I hear a womanâs voice âIâm the one you lost but for a choiceâ to be alone
Some would blame my mother, but she was not unkind And father never beat me when I wouldnât mind Rather, like a pilgrim from a better, vanished time Through my deprivation I seek divine
Across the lakes a cabin a home away from home Prayer wonât feed this body that I own I know youâd call it stealing to take your summer stock But âtwixt my death and reverie lies a lock
A siren of the evening says I must pay my dues She mocks my image on the nightly news But soon they will release me to wander own my own Up to far Aroostook I will roam....to lay my bones all alone