Between the woods the afternoon
Is fallen in a golden swoon
The sun looks down from quiet skies
And silent trees stoop down to trees
And there I saw a white swan make
Another white swan in the lake
And breast to breast both motionless

They waited for the wind’s caress

– A.A.Milne

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