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When our hearts drawn and aligned
layers of feeling slowly rise up to our eyes
Snowflakes drifting across
melting right in each other's hands
Voices aren't trivial or monotone any more
they travel far
but reach in dearly
to the bottom of our soul
The stream of secrets
flowed right out of memories
scenes played back right in front us
What else could not be
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