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I am here and you are there
It is felt
When rays dip below
The unforgiving trees
It is felt
In late autumn
When color is sucked
From the land
Leaving towering skeletons
It is felt
In the depth of winter
Where silence
Blankets the house
It is felt
Even in spring
Where gardens are like children
Cared for and fed
But now starved and dead
It is felt
Yes it is
I have felt
This… for years
When rays dip below
The unforgiving trees
It is felt
In late autumn
When color is sucked
From the land
Leaving towering skeletons
It is felt
In the depth of winter
Where silence
Blankets the house
It is felt
Even in spring
Where gardens are like children
Cared for and fed
But now starved and dead
It is felt
Yes it is
I have felt
This… for years
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