.Through the war and the soft spring rustle
Streets are selling some summer hustle
Across the Maple Street Bridge, in a bristling fog
Just whistling on is a bowl of prattle
Just a high snowball on a curb in the fall
Through the parking lot at Christmas
I heard a whisper, I hea.
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