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A clay coloured thrush
Sings his aubade to the day
Each note dropping like a tear
The mountain stands silent
Watching over me
The plume of smoke
Rising from the top
A reminder
Everything changes
All of the time
But some things are timeless
And remain
Small birds are shining
They sing in the sun
They flitter and hum
There are jewels
Upon jewels
Upon jewels

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