Schuyler/Introduction

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There's spring in the air,
They're sweeping the streets,
Wind is a breeze,
The sun becomes her, he agrees.
What's holding up her face?
Nothing but blue skies,
Passage ways to windows,
That don't close.
Where do you live?
Love is a place,
Where are you from?
She says "Ask yourself, ask anyone."
Whats holding up her face?
Nothing but blue eyes,
Passage ways the mind's eye,
Contemplate.
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