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Rain
Glistening
On the silver birch
Like my lady’s tears
Your turn
Rain
Gathering
Winding into streams
Like the roads to Boston
Your turn
Haze
Hovering
Like the whisper of the silk
As my lady kneels
Your turn
Haze
Glittering
Like an echo of the lamps
In the streets of Boston
Your turn
Glistening
On the silver birch
Like my lady’s tears
Your turn
Rain
Gathering
Winding into streams
Like the roads to Boston
Your turn
Haze
Hovering
Like the whisper of the silk
As my lady kneels
Your turn
Haze
Glittering
Like an echo of the lamps
In the streets of Boston
Your turn
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