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all around the day
these treetops
imperfect forms
for which words cast
so all look up to see
go gently
where the wind was
go easy with
the rain
it was summer round the corner
but the bones weren’t told
one set out for the day that was left
it was a traipse through
track unravel
all ahead of ourselves
let me say
we’ll both go on
better than any secret this telling
among the treetop stars
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