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I took the track
from the golden beach
At Mirathi
And wound my way
Over mountain thyme
Between the jangling goats
Above the silver sea
Up to where white doves flutter
On towers of rock.
Beyond the house of Alas
Where everything is perfect
But for just one thing
To the plateau
Where golden birds
Sing golden songs
And then down
Down like a falcon
Sweeping down to the ocean
Breathless and shining.

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