Brown bird crescendo
upon a golden bough sings
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There once was a poem that I read
the words keep getting stuck in my head
if I could remember
that rhyme of September
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Majestic mountain
dangerous beauty lie in
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The spider web shakes
decorates the fir branches
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What do I leave you
when I turn to dust and join
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Dusty devils twist
as a waterfall sprays rainbows
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The sun disc rises
on nodding Bethlehem stars
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