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These are the dark days
We struggle to find the light
The low sky
Monochrome grey
Enveloping everything
Endless, wintering.
Flattened by the weight
Of two months wind
and two months rain.
Little wren,
Singing me your mighty song
From deep in the heart
Of the hawthorn hedge
I am out in clear air
And can see as far as forever
I'm feeling strong
And I hear your music
Even now

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