How can I describe, my beloved one,
The mountain’s glory in the morning sun
How can I tell you of the silent glade
In the snowy depths of the forest shade?
And how shall I capture for you the spell
Of the crystal showers in the frozen dell?
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Of life and sweet love
In the cool still night
Dew hangs on the violets
And love on your lips.
On the damp Spring earth
The camelia petals
Lie sweet in mourning.
Time like a blackbird
Sat on a bare branch and sang
Of life and sweet love.
The geraniums are in
The geraniums are in
And the logs are piled high,
The chestnuts are gathered
And across the grey sky
The wild ducks are flying
Away, away,
We’ll come back in Springtime,
Some day, some day!
1987
I have a homing instinct for the stars 
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