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Oh yes,
This is October
An overcast sky
An orchestra in the wind
Sopranos in the wires
And rain, in sheets,
Billowing over the moor.
A single Raven speaks
Dark and low
Down by the shelter
of ancient walls
Starting from here
Waits for the moment
When the wind is his,
And leaps into the breeze.

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