early comes the encroaching night

golden hour has warmed the brown of dry leaves to bronze; in these short november days how late the light dawns and how early comes the encroaching night oh darling, help me fight the dread of winter’s blight until the long dark hours are gone

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a-wither, awoken

the spit of snow all a-glitter
each moment of daylight we’ve lost
reminds me the world is a-wither
and the flowers are all claimed by the frost

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i have only seen the surface

I have only seen the surface

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