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In the In Between
J. Scott Smith
Autumn drifts into view, changes borne on the air
Never certain to be warm or cool, it lingers
In the in between, summer's dusk to winter's dawn
Run away, my love, flee the spell of winter's call
It waits to snare you, bound forever to the earth
And rewards affection with the chill of the pit
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