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An Unusually Structured Verse

Dripping sunlight falls,

A friend in light brings me the lark,

And sings the mystery

Of that which is dark


Flowing night; breathing

A friend that brings me my breath

And sings the mystery

Of life which is death


Crystal rivers flow

A friend that taught me to grow

And sings the mystery

Of that which I can only show

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