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I took all everything you had to offer
All your bearing gifts
Until there was nothing left
Then I realised
I was the one
The wind is softly blowing,
the chill is running deep.
The cold is slowly growing,
so that you can't feel your feet.
The weather is constantly changing,
getting colder by the day.
Rise (circle)
by wise dry grasses
yellow daffodil
twist the arms
out of shady green masses
bruised that spring still
