This spring's burial
Snow silently passes away
On a silent street
On a motionless day
When eyes tweet
Behind windows
And soak masks
With masked sorrow
To the sky eyes ask
How to bury the snow
From the burial what will grow
This spring's burial
Snow silently passes away
On a silent street
On a motionless day
When eyes tweet
Behind windows
And soak masks
With masked sorrow
To the sky eyes ask
How to bury the snow
From the burial what will grow
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