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I can hear you singing.
I didn't hear you
on the day it snowed --
the world quiet,
the din muffling your sound.
like the slush on my unplowed street.
Oh, to live the purity of
newly fallen snow!
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But snow is cold.
No, give me your fire
and burn the slush out of my heart,
steaming love through the world
like hot chocolate for all men.
I can hear you singing --
calling me, calling me.
Shhh...quiet heart.
Listen.
Fire, burn it all away.
Leave only your voice.