The windows of the castle

 

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It seems we wait for Christmas all the year 

trying to fight the useless blessed tears 

This sunset is the shortest of the year

Lucy the Saint the eyeless seems to hear 

And I have seen the windows of the castle 

the last rays of the sun on window pane 

the highest point towards the east 

while all the world is going to feast 

for Christmas 

These nights are long but not dark as the soot 

the days are bright but short as my good mood 

I know I’d need to stay into the woods 

to find out some trace of me and not to lose 

And I have seen the windows of the castle 

the last rays of the sun on window pane 

the highest point towards the east 

while all the world is going to feast 

for Christmas