2009-11-17 - tillthenagain
meteor showers in predawn hours not by choice a still small voice it nears and pervades appears and then fades last seen it rescinds out of view I'll be remembering you not when blows the cold north wind not when heartache cries within not in sorrow nor in pain but when summer brings the rain when the stars are shining bright when the warm winds bless the night and all around is fresh and new that's when I'll remember you.
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