There’s a pale winter moon in the sky
coming through my window
And the park is laid out like a bed below
It’s a cold, dark night and my heart melts like the snow
And the bells of New York City tell me not to go
It’s always this time of year that my thoughts undo me
With the ghosts of many lifetimes all abound
winter
whatever
through
thoughts
these
there
streets
street
singing
silent
between
coming
calling
window
broken
sound
below
around
lifetimes
always
night
bells
illuminate
ghosts
dreams
heart
heights
light
abound
filled
refuge
melts
redemption
right
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