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You were born of oceans,

glacial upheavals melting

a temperate forest of raining seas

I climbed your stair step moss

to see night stars mingle with fir trees

I watched through the night

only sleeping when stars did,

when birds came echoing

through your woods,

at first light, in mists of fog

I slept dreamily

in forest song

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