Parading

the wide dry field of geese,

No, they go on forever. —Ruth Stone
a man stopped near his porch
a man stopped near his porch
to watch. Release, release;
to watch. Release, release;
between cold death and a fever,
between cold death and a fever,
send what you will, I will listen.
send what you will, I will listen.
All things come to an end.
All things come to an end.
No, they go on forever. —Ruth Stone
No, they go on forever.
—Ruth Stone

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