The seed is getting back,
It is falling in place;
If this is moving on, so be it
Moon, that was covered in broad daylight,
Or in the overcast sky
Sun, that was in the dark,
Trapped in haziness;
It was there, not a lie.
Now,
It is shifting in the clearing,
Little deed, trotting on the laid out road,
Waiting, it holds in it the world of good
That hadn't an eye.
It is falling in place;
If this is moving on, so be it
Moon, that was covered in broad daylight,
Or in the overcast sky
Sun, that was in the dark,
Trapped in haziness;
It was there, not a lie.
Now,
It is shifting in the clearing,
Little deed, trotting on the laid out road,
Waiting, it holds in it the world of good
That hadn't an eye.
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