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Earth Dancer ...And the wheat blowing golden    and the maize green and yellow And the ripe stolen fruit in your hands   As you dance in the meadow, Now over the brook, now dart in the shallows, Laughing with leaf fall and fruit fall and bird call,     Dancing in evenings,     Bright with the bird wings. Now turning over fields deep brown and deep furrowed, Knows where the badger sleeps, where the fox burrows, Knows the hunger of cold and the cold of the sleet, Knows the mystery of dancing with the wind at your feet. So you tumble and turn with each seasons flight, From the spring multicoloured to the winter's pure white.

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