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	No Wind Without the trees Without the knocking slates No quick ocarina In the holy roof above No cracking boards Below Without the lack Of bird calls carried off Without the migraine Pillowed against the pane No tongue of ice Licking the knuckle hairs Without the secret Curtain calls between The day and the night No absent fear Of the earth blown away Without the ghost walk On the landing below Without the flick of night © David Incoll 2001
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