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Jun 2016
That first leaf to turn gold
That first breeze to be strong enough to take it down
That first crocus
That first grey hair you notice on your father
ha ha ha how time

That first morning you wake up next to her
realizing that yesterday
was the first day you did not tell her you loved her
you'll tell her many times today
just in case
ha ha
ha
Opener
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Opener  The Netherlands
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