The trees are bare as bare is white.
I stood on tiptoes to kiss a shadow
But my love slipped away in the night.
The trees are bare as bare is white,
Ghost leaves flutter just out of sight,
And I have loved a love below.
The trees are bare as bare is white –
I stood on tiptoes to kiss a shadow.
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