Psithurism

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I hear the lady of the north.

Her breath brushed against the trees.

I can feel the touch of fall

In my hair and on my skin.


Take my hand as I lead you forth

An adventure with just you and me.

Let me share this with you, love and all.

With you, my heart is warm within.

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