Can you sense the air grow colder? can you feel the nights grow long? can you sense the Earth in gentle motion and do you feel you don't belong? circles within circles, wheels are turning wheels, turning, turning, longing for the summer, remember winter tumbles, slowly melting into spring, does it all seem so much different? or was it something that he said? somehow nothing seems to quieten down all those voices in your head, every road you've taken leads you back to here and every thought mistaken somehow becomes clear.
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