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A warm autumn mist
The scent of water
The glow of a sun,
hidden and smiling
And I know
that this will clear
And it's OK to be lost
In another landscape
Seven swans
Rising from the lake
Their steadfast focus
Upon the prize of flight
Held by the water
Then released
Trumpeting their freedom
A gallant fanfare
for the wild acres.

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