(It's a strange little world
filled with peculiar people,
strange little people, you see,
you meet, those you love you hold
onto in time, to hold just-in-time
to grasp the last of the fleeting...)

It's a tongue-twister world
in the springtime, summer
a roller-coaster splash into
golden leaves that leave us be
in snowfall
aflutter in powder-white down,
crystal air - clean bells - the cold smells
the warm heart

(...peculiar tiny people
lost on the mantle
the faded beat at the far edge)

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