Leaves too young to fall, wonder if they've heard it all,
Hoping just to breeze through.
Panes we raised too low, sometimes, it would get so cold.
Wake me like you used to.
Letting in the chill again, every now and then.
Just too close to miss. Now, I'm left with only this
Moment I can see you,
Talking as we'd milk it out. The sun was slowing down,
Setting off, still lost, one night.
How could we have been surprised
By things that only we knew,
Waiting, though you couldn't stay
Keeping little ones awake,
Then, finally coming from your room,
Calling to the passing through?
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