The grey goose of winter and a country gardener
Rode out to a green moon of spun glass.
In the white wood of watchers
Time stood with tick fingered
Knowing all angels' first secrets
All cheats' endless lies.
Go gently now Walter,
Fold her in your arms,
Give her moonsparks and gay fairgrounds,
Love's true promise and goodbye.
Si Texen
Si Texen
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