It sings the evening rustle
\nthe butterfly that sways between banks
\nsurrendered to the roots
\nof a sleeping willow
\nthat drags downstream great ships
\ndead absences of a tatty chestnut tree
\nagainst time that won\u2019t give in
\ndrowned in a sea that no-one knows
\nmade only of two teardrops from the sky
\nand bits of nothing<\/p>\n
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