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morning
make
like a cloud
and
I'm gone
in
longer days
valley
bright
folded
in shadows
all
just from
secret
dreaming
now
shielding
every
tree
tuned
to its height
how
did the sun get under there?
windows
fill with it
then
sing from out of the song
then
webs are come to light
everything
aches to be
and
is
that's
just the moment we're in
no
better place to be
this
writing sacred to us
we
are
the
dots to join
say
love until it is believed
you
will be this way gone
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