Jane Ormerod

Love Song Number Four

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he sail es aro nund me  the e la ke wi the gr een gr ey summits andd  briighhbt torii an tu qwoi se sh eets of skiy 

I amm loonmin ous annd warr m

i amm tred ing airr an d wat er th e mowtins dedarken waxw ings flock

the la ke iss a pon nd is a bas in as we clowse tog ethrr

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