You brighten my day
Like the scent of hay
Said the hard road
To the blue sky
Refresh me with rain
Direct or by drain
Said the low lake
To the cruel clouds
I wish to be free
To grow like a tree
Said the long wall
To the grumbling hills
But the sallow wind
Stole their words
For the birds
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