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Always two magpies
At the top of the hill
Even in the cold
of a late autumn mist
In the uncertainty of it all
They are there
Sometimes together
Often apart
Bound together
In love.
I'm a little bit lost
On this misty moor
My landmarks are hidden
And all my horizons
Too close at hand
My world seems smaller
And then I notice
The moss on the walls
Sparkling with mist-dew
Showing me
the way to joy.

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