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It was winter
but I always it remember it like spring,
like the day I don't go to work
and there are no lines at the bank
and like the decadeless street when all the cars are gone,
like thinking only about the weather,

you walking next to me.
And seasons would change,
and people walk by,
and one night, with your face concealed,
you would tell me it was always winter to you.