Here I stand beneath
The falling sky
Waiting
For spring to come
I am feeling
So anxious
That
I can't
Think
About
Anything
Else
Than
Having
To
Wait
A
Long
Time
For
Spring
And
I
Know
That
This
Winter
Is
Killing
Me
Softly
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