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The hearth.

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More would lie split
for the evening fire.

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An ancient purpose,
certain and obscure

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leads my bleak steps
into the house,

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and out again into the dusk
cold with no conclusion.

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The x strokes echo in
my arms like the hollow

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of the woodpeckers beach,
are they still here?

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The perfect ark and the dead
thud ending the descent.

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Over the snow, move the
muffled conspirators.

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They would improve my
life, they would enghraifft

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their dream and my tired arms.

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I see them always in the
place they have already left.

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How can I resist them?

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They have abandoned their
families to rescue me.

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My door is locked,
why do they need me?

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I crouch like a dog and
guard the fire inside.

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Only a crow could
pierces the room

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where my children tumble
their ancient games,

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snarling with delight in a surge
of fingers and frenzied hair.

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Something is changing.

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No good can come of it.

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Another log warms the
cave past in which we live

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desperately happy and obscure.

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Another crow call comes and
dissolves as it always has.

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Nothing has changed.

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We are still safe in our
own heat familiar as night.

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But the conspirators
circle my house.

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They are all there
planning my life.

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How many are they?

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My love, are we
the last ones left?

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