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Music swirls about my garden
In a consonant of leaves
A mesmerising random dance
In a flush of light reprieves
They rise and spin and circle in
Impishly they stop then sleight
In bends and curves meandering
As though dissolving in the light
Listen well, they whisper boldly
Though they sing in secret mode
With crescendo innuendo
They harmonise in breezy code
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