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Where is the light
On this grey
January day?
Low cloud
Meadow mist
A low wind
Rumbling
The cracked house
Is broken,
The walls
have fallen,
And I wonder if the beauty
Has departed
Time is ticking
Like a hidden wren
But her silver stream
Is tumbling
And crystal waters
Twinkle as they flow.

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