Winter is a roving widow
Who drags out all her wedding dresses
Refusing to wear black
She lifts them through the dirt
On her way back to her father's house
Having lost her head again
For faithless summer but knows
Her old man will take her back
To her quiet room where everything's
Preserved just as it was
From her high school days
Where it will all start up again
Where the child she's left with
Will lead her back to love
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