Sing like the rise and fall
of winter wind at night fall,
blowing light snow
around my frozen caravan.
Sing with many voices
in spacious harmony
like an icy wind
from the mountains
scented with snow burdened spruce.
Sing light and clear
like the Aurora Borealis at midnight
sing out from behind dancing curtains
of many colors.
Sing me a Klezmer chorus,
an ancestral wedding veil
of suffering and grace.
Sing,
thus will I be warm again
and sleep in your arms.
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