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And the swans descend upon the pond

Kiss their smooth reflections

For the journey's creeping to a hault

And soon the burrows shall be dug

To hybernate hte wintering eternity

And soon the feathers fly

Flutter to the soil

Like leaves beyond a tree

To keep its body warm and thick

Time is but a drug

Time is but a fever caught

And spread

To drench the dusty mind