fffDistant warble
o’er the fells
her hand yet crepe
woolen skirts flare
trumpets in heather
laced feet burn to
release her jig
come closer love
by the crackling fire
nodding to heaven
whisper your resolutions
o’er the granite of time
surely, surely, surely
in our veiled dance we
in each other
the best shall find

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