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DAYBREAK CAME..
THE SUN DID RISE..
THAN OVERCOME BY SHADOWS,
CLOUDS SOON FILLED THE SKY.
STANDING AT THE WATERS EDGE,
THE SURFACE..
MIRRORED GLASS.
THE RIDGES..
TREES..
AND SKY ABOVE,
COPIES OF THEMSELVES.
THE BIRDS OF CHANCE..
SWOOP HIGH ABOVE,
THIER EVERY MOVE REFLECTED ON..
THE SURFACE MIRRORED GLASS.
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SURFACE MIRRORED GLASS
SURFACE MIRRORED GLASS
