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A litter of green leaves
Gale-blown, torn down
By last night's weather.
Grey clouds
heavy on the hill
Black crows hang
On the edge of the breeze
Loving its wildness
Hurl themselves up
From the tops
Of high trees
A moment of brighness
A watery sun
breaks open the sky
Lights golden lilies
By the rickety gate.

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