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Listen to the wind,
and smell your hair.
At night the time has come,
an amount of time to stop to care.

Listen carefully to the trees
freeze in your pyjama's short sleeves.
There's the howling rushing of the wind.
Besides you hear the curch bells ring.
And ask yourself,
Where are you spring?




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