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A south-westerly breeze
Bringing a gift of love
Rustling the darkening leaves
Of my moorland oak, shining
The mowing is done
Dark windrows
stretch to infinity
Haybails and harebells
And tall purple thistles
Dance at the edges
Of sweetness and light
Where all the beauty
Is found
A golden sun
Sits on my right shoulder
The smiling moon on my left
And the Raven calls me home

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