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Mist grazes the hills
And damp air soothing.
Bluebells out from under
Fading daffodils
On the flowery banks
Unfurling
Blue and white
Bringing light
Raising spirits
Bright.
First cornflower
Sings like a sapphire
To the lonelsome sound
Of Curlews, falling
Calling,
All around me
Their water music
Washes the mountain
In mournful glory.

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