You're the Northern Wind
Sending shivers down my spine
You're like fallen leaves
In an autumn night
You're the lullaby
Singing me to sleep
You are the other half
You're like a missing piece
You are all four seasons
Rolled into one
You're like the cold december snow
In the warm July sun
I'm the jet black sky
Just before the rain
Like the mighty current
Pulling you under the waves
I'm the darkest hour
Just before the dawn
I'm slowly sinking
Into the slough of despond
Like an old guitar
Worn out and left behind
I have stories still to tell
Of the healing kind
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