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night bloomed over the ivy in a row
there were you, singing along in the yellow

many gathered lamps will light
and in hallowed rhyme
there we will sharpen knives

near you, following patterns in the snow
all-wreathing fog in the field where we let go

may a solemn spirit rise
and have it's time
then turn with dimming light

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