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On the first day of spring
You would think that lump would melt in my throat
Delivered still box of candy cigarettes
Sweet but not from me
But I can see it melting too
How can you say that day had been unfair
The light that hit your face was fair enough
I think to send me sailing out
Without a thought except to lose myself