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Behind your window the town is falling asleep. My path is crowned with stars in a pre-dawn sky... Your room is flooded with spring morning sunlight My steps are hidden by December snowstorm With an old white feather, drowned in raindrops I write you letters on October leaves. The winds will retell them to you in dreams and spring will weave into your hair the song of May |
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