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Hope
You wake to springs' dawn
And the turning of the world
You can hear the birds
Where there were voices; static
Now you understand
Why the world goes on blooming
Now you understand
Why the poets write, ink stained
Now you can write along too
And the turning of the world
You can hear the birds
Where there were voices; static
Now you understand
Why the world goes on blooming
Now you understand
Why the poets write, ink stained
Now you can write along too
Published 23rd Feb 2017
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