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I am not yet born; provide me
With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk
to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light
in the back of my mind to guide me.
Louis Macneice, Prayer Before Birth
Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.
Robert Louis Stevenson, Windy Nights
I Heard It Through The Grapevine, Creedence Clearwater Revival
Wooden Ships, Crosby Stills Nash and Young
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Great title and beautiful work. I learned a long time ago not to linger under a roost. I think I will just stand back and admire the beauty.
Super work per usual.
TicK
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