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theres spring in the air
theyre sweeping the streets
wind is a breeze
the sun becomes her he agrees
whats holding up her face?
nothing but blue skies
passage ways to windows
that dont close
where do you live?
love is a place
where are you from?
She says, ask yourself ask anyone
whats holding up her face
nothing but blue skies
passage ways the minds eye
contemplates