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- 4:10

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I did not purposely await the spring.
Simply, the night wind by the glass
lost its rigid edge.
In a quiet world,
the light upon my sleeve
has quietly shifted its touch.

I did not purposely await the spring.
Simply, the night wind by the glass
lost its rigid edge.
In a quiet world,
the light upon my sleeve
has quietly shifted its touch.