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A grey day
A silver light
Clear,
I think about waiting
And how it plays
Across the days
Looking forward.
Reminding myself
Of the beauty of now
A red lamb plays
On a grassy knoll
Why today?
As if everything will be ok.
A golden plover
Sounds lonely and lost
In one of the nooks
of the riddling moor
'I'm here, I'm here'
And me, I'm a Curlew, tall
Pale and proud
Standing my ground
On top of some wall
And there,
Far away
There's a fairy
Dancing for me.

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