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I hear you calling me
with the timbre of breezes
and bird flights
in winks of sky

I hear you calling me
with the surrender of winter snow
and quarter moons
in twirls of wind
I hear you calling me
with the certainty of nightfall
and horizon heat
in arcs of light

I hear you
calling me
I love how well your voice
holds my name

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