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lace-work leaves, or moons;
ropes and anchors hold them all
and never complain

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over dark landscapes
countless stars have assembled:
a sleeper may wake

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the rolling moon's sigh-
"your fields my shimmering sea,
could I choose to stay"

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novel constellations;
bluebells intent on beauty
not so far from town

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branches large and small-
cut up the blazing heavens,
lay the blossoms down

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