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Would that we remember every turn of every leaf - every daylight spilled atop a daisy dream Whispers left where crickets played in needles sharp we knew - the cry of one so far away from home One of two the only left grey beneath the gutters - forsaken not the days when morning loved Broken streams of heaven gave color to the song - beating there another by her side Shadows fall to rest within her stirring - longing yearns for somewhere else to be When all is gone and night has come to find us we’ll remember this - already now we sleep
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