Or at all. By the time
That time has changed your ways,
You'll be long gone. Your ways
Are you. The BBC
News, Mozart, late-night snow
Embellishing old snow
By twirling in lamplight
To settle on asphalt
And dark slush, now whose fault
Could it be that you're here,
Collecting memories
To grace old memories?
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