teach me once more the words

what if it were all music?

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early comes the encroaching night

golden hour has warmed
the brown of dry leaves
to bronze

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a-wither, awoken

the spit of snow all a-glitter
each moment of daylight we’ve lost
reminds me the world is a-wither
and the flowers are all claimed by the frost

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i have only seen the surface

I have only seen the surface

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