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Long night

curtains dark the gloom

creak the steps to her sleeping room

solemn woman walks these woods

transforming limb and bone

in feathery flight she delights

to grace a moon swept pond

her whispers weave a song, to call her lover home

entwined they float the woodwind air

until the night is gone

Shapeshifter lights the darkness dawn

to shed the dreaming night

now slips away her lover

and fades the glorious swan

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