You might as well have been the weather
Come in from the west
Face into the blush of sunrise
Long draw of the sea behind you
Rising over the shore
Arms out arms out arms out
Relentlessly new at first then
Willingly given to me and more while
Always increasing your stake
You were damp as new life
A fern still furled and turning
To the sun
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