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Grey, dark
The wildness of the wet
A weight of water
Falling, flowing
A west wind is blowing
And pushing to the top
Players are arriving
And the first notes are tuning
A lark is trilling on the hill
A Curlew bubbling by the lake
Like a love song to the spring
Starting from nowhere
From a bleak moorland silence
Something beautiful is coming

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