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The woodsman hums it brightly
On his palm an echo
Demure like a mayfly
Wending through the willows
A song upon the air
Then wispish
It spirals
and it frolics
It sparks and tumbles in
as the breeze
A lust upon its breath
The words crave
The song unwinds
for purchase - For ears
to pour their course
