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this Autumn morning
where lies the first light of dawn
behind a black hill
darkness crowds at a window
concealing a golden light
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all through these woodlands
have I not been here before
where all these paths lead
but still should I not explore
the far reaches of my heart
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where once we walked
the wind racing through pine needles
light! dancing shadows
a dog chasing the red fox
what courses these memories?
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