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And on those days when the leaves are shifting hues, drifting away,
when the trees are left with only their stark limbs, battered with wind.
And on those days when the only rays, are seen through stretched clouds,
gray and soulless but with infinite amount of reason.
And on those days when you stare at the world,
and all you get is a woman in her coat, eyes cast down, stepping carefully.
And on those days when you put the sad records on,
a soft piano, a crying violin.
And on those days when life is dusty and ashen,
but then the music fills you and suddenly everything is so, so alive.
