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Absence.
Cold moon comes down curdling
Through reddenin' leaves,
Falling, falling.
Know you every tear in these woods.
Know you every place of good and not-good.
'Tween sleep and wake and bellyache,
Each path unhealed and stumpied.
Charkened embers. The end of summer.
Reeve the river's tongue of silver –
Come away love and leave your wandering ...
Just a noiseless noise,
Just a gawly girl,
Just a bogus boy –
Trapes the fields of feasen
To a chammer of not-sleeping.
Go home now love, leave your wandering ...
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