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Webjoyce fills the poem’s scenery with splashes of color that catalyze a variety of moods.

The wind forces the trees to sway from side to side and rustles their leaves to create the “sound of.

Webdropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, and evening full of the linnet’s wings.

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Webdropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

Dispelling shadows, banishing the.

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