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How did it ever
Come to be?
A wasp, a tree
A lock, a key
And you, and me
Light drops softly
From the stars
As night walks gently
through the woods
And single notes
From hidden birds
Ring across
the tended lawns
I've heard the song
Of sweltering rains
Rushing through
the steaming glade
And far below
The ocean swells
And roars its lulling music
In return

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