A wood sprite cowled in rain drop diamonds The lantern from above is shining ever brighter Bluebirds and cardinals return to my vision , a golden religion with sacraments measured in legions .. Sing O' thrasher , my lover , of gray blankets now parted , of streams fulfilled , longing for the ocean deep , of laughter and harmony twixt earth and sea* ...
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