the sky might fall
while the trees cry
I call your name
standing in
the snow
like an idiot
the river might roll backwards
while the birds
fly home
I call your name
and walk north
into a wicked wind
the
sun might never rise again
while the rain melts the snow
I call your
name
steal a horse
cross the border
and ride into who knows
what
the
fuck
is going to happen
I still call your name
knowing full well
you and I
will never
cross paths again
and I will keep calling
until I forget
and that will take
thousands of years
at least
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