Tempest On The Fields
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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To be a nightingale on the
Boughs
To be tempest on the fields
To be lightning on the roads
To lay thundering on the weald
To lay wreaths on the old stone
Where my mother dreams and sleeps
Then sing as nightingale on bough.
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