Moments of Hope

(A Sarabande.)

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We in October-time 
Oft would remember 
How we fell into 
The arms of November 
Careless and breathless 
And full of the feeling 
Life had no walls and 
No doors, and no ceiling -- 

When we're connected 
The old frame just shatters -- 
How we were limited 
No longer matters -- 
We in October-time 
Flowed through a prism 
Broke into colors 
And joined in a rhythm 

  Kissed by the light and 
  A frisson of cold 
  Moments of hope in 
  A season 

  Of gold

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