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Into a blue morning
A west wind blowing
Caps of grey cloud
On tops of purple hills
Swallows are gathering
In great numbers
It can only be joy
That brings them together
In great sweeps of noise
And busy conversation.
Have you noticed how red
The Rowans are this year?
How the lanes are slicked
With sweet blackberries?

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