The liquid crystal carol
of magpies' morning song,
the fresh, wet crisp of eucalypt,
the grey, green haze of dawn.
it touches me, envelops me
and speaks of moments born,
which make the day,
prepare the way
for all that will be done.
of magpies' morning song,
the fresh, wet crisp of eucalypt,
the grey, green haze of dawn.
it touches me, envelops me
and speaks of moments born,
which make the day,
prepare the way
for all that will be done.
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