Excerptfrom "It is December now, the trees are naked" to "As the three crosses on the hill ..." Ⓒ
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[0] => In the days that were early the music came easy / %On cradle and coffin, in the corn and the barn, / Songs for the reaping and spinning and only the shepherd / %Then as now was silent beside the tarn: / Cuffs of foam around the beer-brown water, / %Crinkled water and a mackerel sky; / It is all in the day's work – the grey stones and heather / %And the sheep that breed and break their legs and die.|c
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