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I've been slipping down in the grasscounting the steps to your back doori've been praying you'd see me passknowing somehow you've seen me beforei've been sighing more than i shouldspilling my glass there's ice on the floorbut i've been busy gathering woodhoping our fire will burn all the morei've been stealing hundreds of bellsringing my way along your shoreand i've been smiling all to myselfsavouring signs of what's in storei've been climbing branches and vinesgathering leaves for long festoonsand i've been rhyming myriad linesfull of your face and the gleam of the moon
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