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She
She sets the Sun,
She shades the Moon,
Portrays MacBeth,
And calls the loon.
A moment sour,
Another hot,
At anguished hour,
She casts the lot.
A satin stream,
A guilded harp,
A fractured stone
Is not as sharp.
She scatters sounds
Among the trees,
She sheds the drops
From dewing leaves.
