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Dreams of green lands fall away,
slip into the inky black.
All the world has changed within us,
never turning back.
Never turning back.

Nothing now is saying to me,
"Love is more than what's within."
No one can be saying to me,
"Now's the time set to begin.
I make all things new, again."

Winter deadens every sound;
shouts will not be heard for ages.
Still has fallen on the fields;
muted velvet softens edges.

(Hearts asleep beneath the snow
 softly whisper former pledges.)

Selah.

Greener shoots have pierced the ground,
singing in their silent voice,
"Love is more than what's within.
Deeper flows its carven course."
Deeper flows its carven course.