That verse was written yesterday,
It was a magic game,
And color with shades of good,
And the rain that cries until morning,
And sadness yellow wind,
And the trail that swept the Blizzard.
It echoes cloudy times,
And the shadow of names gone into the night,
And the dozing old maple,
Blue cornflowers and blue flax,
And the life I'm in love with,
That verse is written and read.
That verse...
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