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Nov 2010
it's days like these
when everything is wet
but it's not raining
when black crows stand out
on a cloudy grayscale
minor chords that perch
on empty branches and telephone poles
and roam the main roads
when no cars are passing

it's days like these
when the trees know a sad song
and weep in the autumn fog
Written by
Matt Miller
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