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Melodious, luminous a small plumage of sounds Found you, fond of you The first string laid across the back of Spring, you sing till my eyes grow rusted and my limbs frost with moss,  you perch still upon the branches of my broken fingers, missing not a beat, a note, a loss. * Sing for this sunken world continuously, my one and only soloist
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Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 1:01 PM UTC
Ode to a Spring Bird
Melodious, luminous a small plumage of sounds Found you, fond of you The first string laid across the back of Spring, you sing till my eyes grow rusted and my limbs frost with moss,  you perch still upon the branches of my broken fingers, missing not a beat, a note, a loss. * Sing for this sunken world continuously, my one and only soloist
Max Richter - Vivaldi - The Four Seasons, 1. Spring https://youtu.be/DLDvbnK_Sqk Today I learned I alone I'm responsible for my emotions, the only one who cannot let go.
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Apr 13, 2019
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