Cradle
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Cradle
Cradle of white snows
In the deep summer
Cradle
Of the thoughts
In the hand
Captured
As we captured
The butterflies in boyhood
Bladder of throbbing
Hearts
Blood in the veins
Ruptured
The night be long
The night be long
And weary
And there overhangs
A hummock
Cradle
Cradle of white snows
In the deep summer
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