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whereandyou

breathe
and I forever
shall keep
the song they sang
at my waking –
nestled in flannel
the old grey vine
that strung itself high
at the edge of the night
where waiting
I found
a moment secure
unafraid to begin
as darkness give way
moved by the coming
of morning’s embrace
to hold what was here
remembered
to sing

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