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i wrote this on the equinox. it's about spring and suicide.springtime, this is a song for you, it’s a welcomewinter, this is a lullaby so find your slumber soonthe almond trees are budding and we hope that it’s an omenand it won’t snow like they say it will tonightthe birds stay up till four o’clock in the morningyou know they’ve been fallin’ out the sky more and moresome say that we are next and our time has comebut i just think of my friend kelley’s dead bird tattooyou know i don’t have faith in many thingsthat is to say your coming is one of the fewand sometimes this hole seems bigger but i’ll climb out all the sameand sometimes you feel further awaywinter hasn’t taken anyone i love this yearbut you’ve got a knack for taking the stragglersspringtime i’m begging you to spare us this yearcuz i want all of my friends right hereback porches await our mingling and the garden, our compostyou are there to strike these with your arrowto fill in the gaps between them a match made in the starsthe equinox, a love story of day and night From Letras Mania