Through ice and storms and blizzards made in hell
Passed the wolves and the animal gliders,
Passed all the furies that tongues cannot tell.
Out to the edge of the most frozen sea
Down to the depths of each river and lake,
Passed all the injured all waiting to flee,
Out to the memory of what they will take.
Let them come now, let them cry in our arms
Down by the pillows where wounds haven't healed
Passed by the ladies all selling their charms,
Passed by the patience where love is revealed,
Out to the ice at the edge of a stream,
Let me roll over and lie back and dream.
Out to the ice at the edge of a stream,
Let me roll over and lie back and dream.
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