Winter Tides

Sometimes we’d run under the sun
Sometimes we knew that we were wild

Sometimes when our living began we thought that we owned the night

Each year comes under the sun moving and changing our lives

Those days when our love had just begun we loved each second of life

I hold your hand under the light of the moon now our years coincide with the night

But love you I always have done through my spring, my summer, my autumn and my winter tides.
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