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It's still and early
The rising sun
Unfurls,
And gently dresses
the silken heavens
In Mother of Pearl
There's a Raven pair
Dancing
over the frosted moor
Just enough of a gentle breeze
To hush the shivering trees
And great gatherings
Of geese,
In tight formation
Singing the song of wildness
Bringing joy and disorder
To chilly air
And travelling north
With the snowdrops

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