Thomas Tallis in London
In the soul it's long been winter.
Rivers freeze like human hearts can
and once you know you don't forget
even though the truth keeps changing.
But the world is always waiting
with the sorrow of the earthbound
and, from choir stalls, it comes pouring
in a tapestry of meaning.
The world's so easy to walk in,
a luxury for one who hears
all forever clear inside him
and more things than you've ever known.
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