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The leaves were rustling under our footsteps
We remembered the sound of water splashing And the strong heat of the sun Our hearts kept racing as fast as before The alchemist in the story we read had tried to make gold The leaves were turning from green to bright yellow We could turn the cold inside the apartment Into warmth of words and caresses
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