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I've seen dreams of winter's end, soil naked grey shadows of sun. |
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Dead birds on the blackened snow. |
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Awaiting something really dark |
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Mist and wet spring wind are my only companions in twilight |
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They are always with me when the last snow dies |
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Only a few windows are enlightened |
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What am I searching for among these archaic black ghost like houses? |
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Dreams never give answers, only after taste... |
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But effaced keys in my hand, |
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Old stairs squeak, in dull light, at the round table. |
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Shadows of those, who gave me |
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My only companions |
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Mist and wet spring wind. |
