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As the wind deciphers the land
and light fills the morning,
loss enters the body.
It finds the channels within,
floods a deep stream
watched by wet stones.
Loss bargains with love.
The small hours are cold
and the night fastens our dreams
As the wind deciphers the land
and light fills the morning,
loss enters the body.
It finds the channels within,
floods a deep stream
watched by wet stones.
Loss bargains with love.
The small hours are cold
and the night fastens our dreams