It's spring and then it's winter
and then it's spring and then it's fall
and I know that it's coming,
it's the most important thing because
you weren't with me at the bar last night,
and you'll never know what I wake up
looking at in the morning,
white sheets I'm afraid to dirty,
cold wood floor pressing up on the balls of my feet,
but you know whether the sky let the birds through today,
and so has everyone we've seen.
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