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The Night Bird No Longer Calls

The warmth I felt has now turned cold,
for barriers of winter ensue
May you see the winds that carry me,
as they carry me over skies of blue
The warmth I felt has now turned cold,
for endless snow flakes fall
Upon the bough of icy trees,
the night bird no longer calls

(2014)

Sometimes things start out in the light and end up in the dark, hence positive/negative

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