twas the night before tomorrow and in this small state
too much to 'goodbye' in either place
win win lose lose
freeze under soft snow
and let it sift down
to direct where you go
fall for a second,
lift just a bit
tilt in the air
in the sky God knit
boyant, His mercy
in your snow-like descent
and one day it will matter
which way that you went
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