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Slowly and silently
The vessel of clouds
Move across the azure sky
Fast and forward
Making a v-shaped
Strings the surly birds fly
High and low
Wind blows whistling
Over rivers, fields and dales
This side to that
Tall trees fall as if
Drunk tearing the smoky trails
Cool and soothing
The streak of silver ray
Graze the ground in the morn
Sucking up dew
Drops one by one that
Have on grasses at night fallen
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