The early morning fog begins to clear
I hear each leaf’s staccato on the ear
The wind whips through the clutter at the curb
While seeming to declare, do not disturb
The hollowed silence of forgotten days
Now echoes through this empty canyoned maze !
The early morning fog begins to clear
I hear each leaf’s staccato on the ear
The wind whips through the clutter at the curb
While seeming to declare, do not disturb
The hollowed silence of forgotten days
Now echoes through this empty canyoned maze !
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