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There's a golden rim
To the cup of morning
And a furnace burns
To the east
A dark grey canvas
Is lit with ochre
The meadow sings
With a yellow glow
Black geese in silhouette
A living arrrowhead
Tears across the ragged sky
Charged by wind
and wild abandon
Calling with joy
As they fly.

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