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Dec 2011
Sweet lark do come from wood and water grand
Of river running and the plains so bear
Up high you fly, ah me! Only to stand
Till spring I wait and close my eyes to swear
That I will be anew in my prayer
Say will you that I am best above all
And only will you leave me till late fall
FireZombie
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