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Evensong - ALL I KNOW
Evensong - ALL I KNOW
by SPCK - Kenneth Steven
ALL I KNOW Evensong The late sun leaving in the trees an orange-red, A soft honey fire. There has been no breath of wind In fifteen days; leaves hang gold and gorgeous In the woods, and through them the deer tread Patched with light, wary. The year begins to die; The rowans hang
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