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Mist and grit
And snowy lines
On the colder side
Of dark walls
There's ice on the pond
And love is whispering
from the sky
I can't be sure
But I thought I heard her
High up
and tinkling on the beeze
Neither there nor here
Three graceful deer
graze on the hill
And the crows laugh quietly
At my breathless climbing
They seem to know.

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