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Water on Cedar

Water falls upon the cedar,
From whence it comes we do not know.
And as it falls,
And as it falls,
The sounds of winter come at last.

As snow falls upon the cedar,
Turning sky and ground old to new.
And as it floats,
And as it floats,
The world is muffled and is mute.

And then wind blows all around,
The sounds of water gone away.
And as it blows,
And as it blows,
A hint of spring is heard again.

John Hattaway

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