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there is no flock, however watched and tended
day is done
the meadow was creeping
take my bracelets
why do you always stand there shivering
i never knew the earth had so much gold
up from the south at break of day
noises that strive to tear
i have heard them in the night
the darkness rolls upward
mysterious night
sweet and strong

 



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