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It is very here, so still
I don't live here, I live down the on this winter's afternoon
The distant sun, it swings the room around
This hangs on a golden chain suspended, frozen
Frozen in time you went away

Walking through your rooms, I thought your things
These aren't fingers these are
It says on your calendar
winter now, I wonder where you are
I hope it's warm and sunny or and windy
As as you're fine

Your house is as tumble-down as
Crumpled papers everywhere like
This one says, "I'll no more"
one says, "Don't lock the door"
Writers are a funny breed I should

You said someday we're pure and high
We need to capture and describe
The things we see or see
We'll let be
Let be that's when you'd leave

And that is why I had to come
My mad crumpled, crippled, fey
Tossing words from ledges that
From ledges I am not a
I am not a of chalk, I just want to do it right like you

And now I here in your house
Every thing's so
I wonder if I'll again or let things be
are a funny breed