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Misty and wet
Fine drizzle
Soaked to my bones
Grey hills, shrouded
Clouds drift along
Lost in the valley
Bright goldenrod
Lighting the gloom
A little bit of sunshine
On the side of the hill
Red rowan leans low
Heavy with berries
And my moorland oak
Hushes her secrets
Under a shower of finches
And pipits
Glimmering, whispering
tinsel and glitter

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