"For you, a thousand times over." 
Then I turned and ran. 
It was only a smile, nothing more. 
It didn't make everything all right. 
It didn't make anything all right. 
Only a smile. A tiny thing. 
A leaf in the woods, 
shaking in the wake of a startled bird's fight. 
But, I'll take it. With open arms. 
Because when spring comes, 
it melts the snow one flake at a time, 
and maybe I just witnessed the first flake melting .  | 
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