In November
Are signs of winter
With tundra timber
Becoming clearer

In November
Comes thicker layers
Of clouds are greyer
Come nearer and nearer

And within the sea
Is you and me
Floating among
The green seaweed

In this dream
That we lead
All is never
As it seems

Ice crystals in the distance
Moments left are few
At least I know
That I have you
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October 28 2004
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