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Burnt Letters - Old Silver Key
Written by：Roman Sayenko/Roman Blagih
Behind your window the town is falling asleep
My path is crowned with stars in a predawn sky
Your room is flooded with spring morning sunlight
My steps are hidden by December snowstorm
Snowstorm
Snowstorm
With an old white feather drowned in raindrops
I write you letters on October leaves
October leaves
The winds will retell them to you in dreams
And spring will weave into your hair the song of may
