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The Flatlands

She knew in time that
The gate would swing
She knew in time that
She would look up and see him...
Behind the elms
The snow clouds were gathering
Into the winter
Her voice would sing.

She would stand and face the wind
Over the flatlands came its tenor roar.
Its legion force,
And she would sing.

Beneath the pylons
In lace white fields
We cut the violets
That came like phantom spring
Dress billowing
Down the path into the wind
She knew in time that
The gate would swing.

She would stand and face the wind
Over the flatlands came its tenor roar,
Its legion force,
And she would sing.

Out of the silence
She raked the leaves
I stood beside her
Beneath the giant trees...
I thought I saw
A figure wading through the corn.
She knew in time that
The gate would swing.


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