When the sky would stop looking down at the sea;
When snow would fill all summer and file up on roofs, on roads and trees;
When lizards would speak and stand up for what they see;
And crickets would pay silence
For longing hearts enduring their dreams,
I’ll be over you.
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What a beautiful voice, yours, I hear this evening! Thank you Cindy!