When winter drains the colour out
Imagination gets first turn
To tell a story make up myths
In a monochrome upturn
Imagination gets first turn
To tell a story make up myths
In a monochrome upturn
Darkness carries heavy spells
In the hush of eventide
Flickering in candlelight
Where desiring cannot hide
The peak of darkness brings new hope
Of golden days returning
To pack away those disappearing hours
So we can hang on to our yearning
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