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In the gentle arms
Of a soft southerly flow
It's warmer
And I'm glowing at the top
Magpie joy
Just where I stop
To turn and face the breeze
A soft light
Through silver clouds
Everything is shining
But not bright
Some would call it dull
But there's a flight of geese
Rising from the lake
And calling
I'm brim-full
and wide awake.

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