
From One To The Next
The cold winters disappear,
Before my eyes,
Without question,
And you are here,
The dark cloud of depression,
Has seemed to disappear,
In a moment passed,
For something so impossible,
And Something with little chance,
Will cease to amaze me,
And Dreams to be answered,
As they rarely do,
And a understanding,
As it's coming from you,
My wings take flight,
For all your love,
For missing you already,
I know you'll be back,
Sometimes soon,
I hope.
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