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I still remember that chilly day in Spring

My memories funnelled through

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And so all is tinted blush From the way you strode to me

To the look in your eyes I could not see

The palpable politeness in your voice

And the delicate detachedness of your touch

Your gentle heat but skin deep

And the heroic attempt at a smile But all is tinted blush

And so I see warmth that is not there Until that sweltering day in Summer

My memories still funnelled through

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But all now is tinted blue From the way you stood within my midst

To the look in your eyes I finally see

The surprise and relief in your voice

And the casual kindness of your touch

Your hand so cold but heart so soft And though all is tinted blue

I feel warmth, at last, from you