While the night has been also forlorn
The street has been too long.
You think that love is only
For the blessed and the strong.
...In the winter
Far beneath the tart snow
Lies the seed with the sun's love
In the spring, bloom with a rose.
The street has been too long.
You think that love is only
For the blessed and the strong.
...In the winter
Far beneath the tart snow
Lies the seed with the sun's love
In the spring, bloom with a rose.