On
The
Heath
He
Stood
Turning
Round
And
Round
From
Distances
The
Cry
Of
The
Bleat
Of
Sheep
A
Rare
Cry
Of
Wolf
A
Sudden
Rustling
In
The
Hedge
Then
Silence
Just
The
Nearby
Springlet water
Gurgling
Silence
Silence
Silence
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