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Another morning in tears,
The piano hammers out.
You catch yourself absconding with
All the worlds heavy truths,
To flirt with the foolish optimism that
Is the start of winter.

Drunker absurdities:
'it will be romantic,
There is beauty in the cold!'
There is not,
And it will try kill us.
That is a truth that all the trees know.

We stray too far from the sun,
The Earth strains at it's tether.

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