Song

You are a rash leaf lingering there flimsy as silk yellow as pear The wolf-winds have eaten each bough quite bare but flimsy as silk yellow as pear you fly as if blithely unaware that one who is thus found lone and high must endure the scrutiny of a whole sky

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