On a snowy evening, passing a wooded creak
A figure on its surface glides unbound and meek
Rubber squeaks aside, the moon shines sleek
But past these woods lies a peak and its owner to seek
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Though, all is still, silent, and asleep
I know he sees as each foot falls deep
Into the snow, flakes drop by near and neat into the heep
And the sound’s sonder starts a seep
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Some worried some weak, as snow falls in town
Yet he is no where to be found
Past the dowry down all around
As evening gowns flood and some drown
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I tell myself I’ve known all along what’s behind the teak
Past the waters of fortunes that ferried fury now bleak
But never will I be, for I’ve got promises to keep
I’ve got promises to keep
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