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Still and quiet
Swallows sail
Around a silver sun
I can feel their excitement
At the new morning
Towers of dock
The colour of old iron
Tired grey thistles
Gold in their tinkling
Baubled with finches
Tumbling thistledown
Drifting in clouds
Free now, to go
Let the soft air
Go where it will
And fly.

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