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When the birds are sleeping, that's when the trees sing. You left your winter clothes, and your teeth marks in my skin. Trails lost in the snow make way for winter's eerie glow. And that black rock in your bedroom, I hope you'll climb it soon. In your boat, tied to a tree, I hope you'll find the sea. Throw me a dream please, it's been a dreamless sleep for such a long time, such a long time. Sing myself away, watch the branches break. No one could ever take your place.