Wild grace Has its own place Has its own face Prone to flight Sky grown Wind blown wing flown Over air blown Back to night Flashing Freely clashing Love of chaos Love of one Bright storms Rising free forms Wild swans Against the sun Spirit None go near it All men fear it In the night Some say Love goes one way And then one day No more flight This year It is not clear Just what ends here Or whats begun We are bright storms Rising free forms Were wild swans Against the sun
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