I have a song to sing
Gathered from a broken dream where I saw you
Hesitate
For a moment and
Time when you
Held the angels up
Frozen, the name of love
for merely your epistle fold of our gloves but
I would knit
You a sweater made
Of my wit
If it meant that we could make believe
I caught the moon asleep
Tucked into a golden ring around you and
Everything that I've ever wanted to know
Awoke inside your gentle glow
I caught the moon asleep
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