Friday Afternoon II

I´m digging through the mud and moss
Looking for a time when our grass was green
I´m digging through the depths of memory 
Looking for the first signs of spring 

I never knew winter could last so long 
That´s our crimson lonely song 
And all the love that once existed 
Buried beyond the roots could grow 


What we used to be 
Everything that we could be 
Gone in to the moss 
Blown away by the snow 
Long and forgoten with the feeling we show


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