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Three granite giants
Precariously balanced
Love, choice and courage
About them,
Empty words flow
Like drifting snow
and blistering frost
Looking like the whole world
might tumble
In the freeze-thaw
of a winter morning
The sun is magnified
By the drifting mist
The white moor is
Cold with gold
And soft pink clouds of
Cotton candyfloss
And mysterious birds
From far-off places
Sing a strange music
To the moon

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