| Mercury dances in its skyscraper cell, rising and falling like rhapsody
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| And I see winter’s broken like lace, in time for a celebration
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| Thaw wails inside the walls and laughs in the corners, delighting in its
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| evident victory
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| Till I feel springtime counting its days of flaunting a novel sensation
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| Like it’s leaving, leaving behind the weight vying for yesteryear
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| Leaving promises in its wake, whispering, my love, you’re still here
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| Hold on to your memories of sundogs and rainbows, as time writes a premature
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| eulogy
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| And I feel summertime passing in haste, like running out of patience
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| Quilted with knit and umbrellas and scarfs and a mild understanding of irony
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| I feel autumn leaving the race, all done with the exhilaration
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| It’s leaving, leaving behind the weight vying for yesteryear
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| Leaving promises in its wake, whispering, my love, you’re still here
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| Mercury dances in its skyscraper cell, rising and falling in harmony
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| And I feel winter stealing my days, to herald another creation |