[00:18.034]The ink flows slow on a paper sea[00:25.067]Northern spring is waking up in me[00:31.997]I see the blossoms purple and white[00:35.570]Bathed in the softest April light[00:39.069]But you’re a hemisphere away we both know[00:46.803]Oh, it’s a beautiful strange dice[00:50.086]Spring in my eyes, while your autumn shines[00:53.804]Not quite a sorrow just a quiet throwback[01:00.975]Tracing the seasons across the space[01:07.853]I’m sending this grace to a ghost of a place[01:17.821][01:36.372]A distance so wide my garden so bright[01:45.872][01:55.102]The keys are humming on this old machine[02:02.005]Whispering of places where we’ve been[02:08.686]Your southern leaves are turning gold[02:11.405]In a story that never quite grows old[02:16.457]While I’m drowning in this emerald glow[02:24.423]Oh, it’s a beautiful strange dice[02:27.041]Spring in my eyes, while your autumn shines[02:30.308]Not quite a sorrow just a quiet throwback[02:37.807]Tracing the seasons across the space[02:44.592]I’m sending this letter, to a ghost of a place[02:55.625][02:59.745]Northern bloom... Southern gold...[03:03.925]Thinking of you, in the spring blossom...[03:08.654]