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you in a shiver of light, but each time
leaves in wind revealed themselves
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the retreating shadow of a fox, daybreak.
We expect you, cat and I, bluebirds and I, the stove
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In May we dreamed of wreaths burning on bonfires
over which young men and women leaps.
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