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I saw a bride splendid in white garmentsI saw a woman with one hundred children The children plump and firm within her arms,But some fell down or strangers took and ate them
In the Carribeanat the end of daysun drops suddenlylike a fire ballbehind forested hills
Forest could keep secretsForest could keep secrets
Take an apple. Chop it into quarters.Count out three. These represent the lakesthat nestle inside countries, all the snaking rivers joined with seas – the blue that’s water.