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I seek for something I cannot recover.

A love I want; but will not have.

I seek for summer, the wild flowers and the times before night and day.

I miss one thing; and cry alone.

I seek for my soul.

I long for winter nights by the fire.

I have made a choice; but want to go back.

I long for the taste of skin on mine.

I see green and wish to stay

I long for my crippled heart back.