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A few whiskers of wind
brushed everything in our path
yet left nothing obvious
Who could say they didn't exist
A few snowflakes
kissed our eyebrows
blended into our young gaze
Who could say they didn't reach us
How many full moons
soaked us in the pure dreams
until we fulfilled the purest one
Who could calculate the odds
the moon couldn't even fathom
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