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It is quiet here, so still
I don't live here, I live down the hill on this winter's
The distant sun, it slowly the room around
This hangs on a golden chain suspended, frozen
Frozen in time you went away

Walking through rooms, I thought your things fitting
These fingers these are wings
It April on your calendar
It's winter now, I where you are
I hope it's warm and sunny or and windy
As long as fine

Your house is as as mine
papers everywhere like mine
This one says, "I'll no more"
one says, "Don't lock the door"
Writers are a funny breed I know

You said someday when pure and high
We won't to capture and describe
The things we see or see
let things be
Let things be that's when you'd

And that is why I had to come
My mad crumpled, crippled, fey
Tossing words from ledges erode
From ledges I am not a
I am not a piece of chalk, I just want to do it like you

And now I stand here in house
Every thing's so
I wonder if I'll again or let things be
Writers are a breed