when the dull crows move in rhythm
and sleepy tree sputter
how can you stay so ground, unmoved
when the sky bulb loop and shuttle
the boughs croon
how can you stay so gloom under a full moon?
eon passes in just a noon of nightof a slumbery june
and when the storm bloom
swollen frog mutter
the croaking cloud shutter the moon
willy ashes bob from the mountain moor to ruffle the shore.
when the shadow prom and thunder groan
how can you stay so grouse, looking for more
when from behind the door
the moon move the sea and the sea move the tree
how can you stay so bore at the sight of such a lure?
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