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Peaceful,
Shades of white brightness
Cow Parsley billows
Soft waves in the fields
Lit by a silver sun
Rowan and Hawthorn
Sheltering lambs
And turning to rust
As summer rises
Over the moor
Vast clouds of white cotton
Across the wide acres
Dancing in crowds
As the wheatear tips out
The beat of the day
And I hear the echo
Of a Whitethroat singing
Her sacred song
Beside her fields of gold.

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