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There's a choice to be made
On a day like today
When the whole of the sky
Cries down its rain
And low grey clouds
Might smother your joy
We can weep with the day
And take solace in knowing
That there will be brighter days
Or we can look for the light
The brilliant white
On the wheatears back
As he flies to the wall
And the golden stars
Shining like kisses
Amongst the sharp thorns
Of the scented gorse,
And know.

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