When winter comes, I shall grow out my beard,
And in its tangled branches hide
My fears, my sorrow, and my songs,
Then cast them to the roaring river of Time
Like frozen scales of ice.
Thereafter I shall shape a handful of snow,
And knead into it my burning longing,
My love, and all my dreams.
Into its heart
I shall let fall a drop of my blood
And a tear from my eye.
And when the springtime melts it all away,
Life shall awaken once again
May the colors of the rainbow shine for you,
In place of sorrow's dark and mournful cloud.
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