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The silver dew seeps through my shoes No one Not by the goalposts Not by the gravel footprints Hears my music Bold streetlights lit across the night The twinkling starlights Like leaves in the river Grey charcoal clouds That swallow the tops of tall trees Aligned silently by the roadside I'm only true in the empty stillness Where my own sound floats softly Like echoing birds in snow
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Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
Solitude
The silver dew seeps through my shoes No one Not by the goalposts Not by the gravel footprints Hears my music Bold streetlights lit across the night The twinkling starlights Like leaves in the river Grey charcoal clouds That swallow the tops of tall trees Aligned silently by the roadside I'm only true in the empty stillness Where my own sound floats softly Like echoing birds in snow
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Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
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