.The bent twig of darkness
Grows the petals of the morning;
It shows to them the birds singing
Just behind the dawning.
Come dip into the cloud cream lapping;
I can't keep my hand on the plough
Because it's dying.
But I will lay me down with my arms
Round a rainbo.
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