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Owls in the sun
On bright stones shining.
A hundred geese
Fly home from the hill
Turn into the wind
And call their hellos
To rippling waters
A Swallow weaves
Silken dreams
Over the top field
Where gossamer
And thistle fluff
Floats over the edge
A black butterfly
The shadow
of a white one
Flutters by.

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