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I’ve been taking out the rubbish, the packets, the papers, the pieces of all my lives
I’ve been shaking out the covers, the corners, the gutters, the dust from the undersides
I’ve been thinking of the reasons to make and to break all the patterns of the years before
Starting afresh, it’s like turning over
Gathering, gathering the ashes
Gathering, gathering, gathering the ashes
It’s the season for sweet things
It’s the season for grieving
It’s the season for growing seedlings
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I’ve been mixing up the past with the present, the future’s a mountain of emails
I’ve been pouring in suggestions and questions, from every direction into each of my ears
I’ve been putting down the same piece of paper, the same piece of paper in the same drawer
I’ve been hoping I’d return to the drawer, to a room, to a flat that was better than before
Continua a girare
Ah—
Gathering, gathering the ashes
It’s the season for sweet things
It’s the season for grieving
It’s the season for sorting and sweeping, renewing and weeping
Searching and needing, and complex feelings
Finishings and beginnings
Chucking out the old and in with the new, you –
Spring Cleaning, oh
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Spring Cleaning, oh
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