The First Stirrings Of Spring.
So long, late night. We find
ourselves again at this hour.
We find ourselves;
always at these times.
Most unexpectedly, thrust
once more into this dark blank stare.
So long, late night. We find
ourselves again at this hour.
We find ourselves;
always at these times.
Most unexpectedly, thrust
once more into this dark blank stare.
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So many truths in so few words.
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