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In My Clearing Where
It Never Snows
Part III
In my clearing, where it never snows
I learn of things that nobody knows.
Amid the auburn autumn sunset
And the frigid fall winds
All the nuts are being gathered
Burrows appear among the dying fern
The old buck's antlers have fallen
The prince's reign beings
As he watched the forest grow old
Never had he thought of the beauty
Not until now, now that it is gone
The prince said this to the corvae
And now the corvae has told me
In my clearing, where it never snows
I learn of things that nobody knows.
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