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A Window on the Snow from The Uselessness of History by Scorpio with The Bookshop Band

Night stands

And holds the blizzard’s zeal;

A landscape

Of fantasy but real

A face pressed against a window,

Looks out upon the square below

Watching figures, walking slowly

Beyond the orange glow.

From trembling lips,

Breath mists the glass

Obscures the present

Illuminates a past!

Two lovers walking slowly,

Talking about so and so,

This and that and nothing,

Beyond the orange glow

Too soon like antique seasons

You said you had to go,

Walking slowly, walking sadly,

Beyond the orange glow.