Watching the light change
I see the place lives
I've stayed here long enough
Moss has started to grow
But still, wind sweeping clear
The brief collection assembled
The silt I clutch
Looking east in the spring
Through ashes and fog
White permanent
Snow
Shines
I see the place lives
I've stayed here long enough
Moss has started to grow
But still, wind sweeping clear
The brief collection assembled
The silt I clutch
Looking east in the spring
Through ashes and fog
White permanent
Snow
Shines
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