When after sleeping in the day I wake
And find my parents are not there I grieve
The time that passes by like stars above
Whose movement is the movement of the earth
When at the turning of the year just like
The turning of the leaves when nights draw in
And thoughts of frost return the thoughts of mid-
Life turn from immortality to what
Remains of time in this life on the earth
A heavenly nostalgia haunts us as
We hear the saints and angels in their song
As selfishness impedes communion
The loneliness of adults is the cost
The tree we climb to heaven is the cross
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