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Whirlwinds, dressing gowns
Notepad skies
Park bench, open up
Deep brown eyes

Overcoat pockets full
Heart-shaped card
Why is letting go of it
So so hard?

Home fires warm room
Flames crack low
Hang it up, hang it
Where the coat should go

Planets spun, stars flung
Sing it if you see
Seven One Zero One
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