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A bird sits the branch in beauty for
_____ It has recently killed.

It shines three colors
_____ In the new silence it has installed,

And the tree sways its dumbwaiters round
_____ The puffed prince.

Wild yard grows elegant,
_____ The rasp berrying three to one summer.

For death’s coming over and he comes
_____ For the head’s red rathers.

I bury mine in needles on a soft hill.
_____ A spangled rock to show the way down.

In a far place,
The blue pine wears its birth cones on a sash
_____ And little changes.



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