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Winters Gate

I’ll n’er look into your eyes again
but only in dreams enshrined,
There by winters gate,
where we drank forbidden wine
 
You hold me in cabin light
and unloose my long brown hair
In your arms I lay,
in mornings, morning air
 
In meeting of another place;
always by night and glinting seas;
there like music the waters lave,
where loving you to please
 
Sadly I rise to each morn,
where reality meets with fate
But in my dreams I’ll see you again,
there by winters gate

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