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in everyone's thought
another day in winter
white snowy footsteps
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silence of morning
and sometimes faraway sounds
make me now wonder
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I'm lost in my time
with night giving rewriting
and the moon to shine
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the shape of shadows
still haven't developed the day
only its twilight
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the clouds faraway
have no saying in the day
- castles in the air
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every beginning
has its end in many ways
- like the autumn too
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