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In case the wind finds life again we'll stay
Among the reindeers roosters jackets
Pale skin curls into the shadow of a hood
Making good the promise in shared pages there
She touched the ring again and again tossing
Around thoughts like a trained juggler
Tiptoeing with quiet she stayed the caption
All else will be lost if not found
Didn't the misfortune-teller explain?
Sheepish people sometimes don't hear it
It's that things spill over when overfilled
More won't fit when full
The roofscape had one tree and a place
For a garden and two lovely loungers
The calendar had days without writing
The eclipse was clear through the breeze