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Inspired by the Lothians |
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 Witcheries play on a summer night
Where in the waken dreams The wholesome sound of a heart beats Grass in dew drench scented kiss Secure in our valley of heaven fresh love  The sharp turn of a wind scatters
clouds
Rain pools of a yesterday rise like dawn As arrowed rain falls on gold blossoms Moist a russet orchards brooding tree Burns a red elegance to match strong winter  The edge of snow covers green moss
Heavenly silence satisfies my ears Mercy is in our streets a wondering Clean flopping branches of humble white No outrage for loving only a woven dream     |
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