Grassland

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Dear garden of weeds,

The tuliped heads of your young

Sway in this breeze,

Troubled by the mist

That rises from the icy sea.

Kind mother, pick them one by one

And put them to sleep,

Hush, dear garden, 

And sew them in a golden wreath.

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