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oftening the winter with his eyesSitting in the meadow in disguiseFeeling his way, touching the stoneWatching the day through a telephoneColours in the carnage of his hairLose it in the debris on the stairsFeeling his way, touching her handMaking his way, to the bandstandHe's in the sky, he's in the tide, he's in the trees and the buzz of the nightFeet in the sand, watching life through Julian's eyesSoftening the winter with his smileSitting in the doorway counting tilesFeeling his way, touching life, watching the day through quiet eyesElephants and spiders in his headCapital letters, green and redFeeling his way, making a startWatching the day, through cut glassHe's in the sky, he's in the grass, he's in the wind and the curve of the starsFeet in the sand, watching life through Julian’s eyes From Letras Mania