A mild hint of rain in the air
And the setting sun blazing from far
And silhouetted buildings hiding away
Dreams and songs of another day,
Is how I think One hath conjured a clime
Of spring making inroads to city mine,
The flowing wind whispering into my ears
'Way Back To Love 'softly declares,
And down the road I take a dip
Where wind promises of the season keeps.
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