Promise

      Meet me there, bundles of flowers,
      We wait through the hours of cold
      Winter shall howl at the walls,
      Tearing down doors of time.

      Shelter as we go…

      And promise me this:
      You’ll wait for me only,
      Scared of the lonely arms.

      Who am I, darling to you?
      Who am I?
      Gonna tell you stories of mine
      Who am I?

      ~ Ben Howard

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