Sometimes I might sit on a beach with the sun out of reach of my brain
And I try to imagine a place frozen inside a lake and in love with the passing of days
And the ice is so quiet - feel the gossamer flying
Suddenly something is new
We celebrate surfaces too
The summer appears, hello June!
This tree's offering, reaching to fade, eliminating the shade in a quest
Smoke screen, sun beam, the usual guest - climb inside of a glacier asleep in a dream of the west.
And the ice is so quiet - feel the gossamer flying
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