.. as the dew drop cringes onto the grass blade in a closure to the sun, as the fragrance lifts up, by and by, brims with the moments unshaken; it will be, perhaps, the right minute to step onto some silenced yards ...
.. will u mingle with me in the dust, will u rustle with me like broken leaves slipping ?
... the air is getting thinner.
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