Depth in all we are so far
suffered heart til death defend
Little do we know how much
we're meant to comprehend
Gypsies far from home it seems
with heaven all around
echoes of the past are cast
to linger where they're bound
Specters of the passing time
to shine through meadow's heart
Warming to our secret thoughts
that stands a man apart
Fevered chill that's burning still
comes laughter and regret
Nothing more than thankful for
the hope to make more yet
Though moments dance in circumstance
hearts are steady thoughts defend
The choice of will to journey still
til death decides the end
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