It takes a soaring eagle
To grasp a hare's life
It takes the scent
Of lilacs to be swallowed
It takes a winter to reduce
Whole libraries to a few
Empty endless pages
Daring to be written on
But why did it take so long
Centuries I waited for me
To rest my head on your arm
If death is short and love
Is long then let it take
All the spring it needs
For us to wake
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