They say souls may collide

even if the bodies never meet.

And I think of you, my love,

in the fall, by the blue water.

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Tendrils of feelings, blunt and lazy

crawl up from deep down

Spreading in the sunlight, shiny and beautiful

shielding or guiding my mind, I don’t know

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Then let me summon your name. The unknown one

softly rolling across my tongue

Rising with the breeze, the gilded sun
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Or let me sing you a song, ages old,

floating in the air, my sight, my mind,

Wherever autumn goes, there stand you.

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