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Everything around me
is in mist
And thoughts might turn to gloom
But I resist
I notice purple thistles in the rain
And I am glad
To see the crows again
A wren sings from a hawthorn
high and bright
The Rowan lights the hedge
With ruby light
Is this all for me
All of this soft beauty
Singing
Even on a day like this?

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