the gentle rivers
whisper about the skating moon
only to the dawn
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- blinding is the snowthat bends the realityof thing...
- aging paramouron your December windowthe kiss of s...
- faint hints of sunshineas if my shoes were polishe...
- lonely concrete seayour taxi pulling awayI too mus...
- sunshine sorceressyou wink at me in wintershow you...
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- I can hear the leavesblind, I climb again, againte...
- This December comespatient as a fishing linethru a...
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