As the lands sleep of snow
There is heavy burden at the tow
Spring is not in the air anymore
Now the lands can sleep forever more
The winds pick up at the sound of a breeze
The kind that tickle and excite the knees
Watching as night falls down in the west
Victory is nearly at hand and only second best
Humming an ancient tune for the heavens
As we pick up cards and lay down sevens
The number of man hazily remembers a dream
The kind that slips away and enters the unseen
A trickle of diamonds
And a trickle of laughter
The lonely ones that seem forever
Enter the kings eye with dire need
So we sit down and humbly feed
Kicking around lazily as the day flows by
We raise our eyes to the heavens and wonder why
Why were we put here is a mystery
We write things down as though as it is history
Raising a goblet or two at the heavens bell
Only the child longs to even yell
A maze at the feet of wonders and more
We can see the heavens at the crimson shore
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