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Molly Drake
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Molly Drake
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Always in woods in May
There is a feeling
Something too long withheld will soon be playing
Woods in May
Sunlight of the rain
Always a secret on the tip of their tongue
Perhaps if we stand, very still, very long
We shall hear the sunlight
See the cuckoo's song