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The Fly
The dance of a dawning light
Can be heard in the yellow valley.
Tanned was earth on the water ballet:
The spark of a mourning plight.
The bark of a morning palm
Fanned the mirth to the watcher battle.
Then sunbirds flew in a low rattle:
The glance at a burning calm.
Can be heard in the yellow valley.
Tanned was earth on the water ballet:
The spark of a mourning plight.
The bark of a morning palm
Fanned the mirth to the watcher battle.
Then sunbirds flew in a low rattle:
The glance at a burning calm.