If I feel the wind
Brush my base again
I'll know
If I hear the whistle
Of the summer silken breeze
I'll know
If my load grows lighter
At the kiss of fall's exhale
I'll know
If the grass is in my eye
As petals
cradle my fallen face
I'll know
That winter's come
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