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- Cup

 

I fill my cup with the light of the moon
Shining, silvery, changing old to new

I fill my cup with the sound of the sea
Singing, whispering, breathing as I breathe

I fill my cup with the scent of the trees
Dewdrop, fallen leaves, dancing in the breeze
In my dreams these ancient things are made new again
I drink them in bring them forth now as they were then

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