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At the edge of the trees ........by Benedict Williams in Harewood

At the edge of trees. To feel my shadow follow me, To let it waltz between the trees, To dance like midges in evening breeze, Like Foxgloves with Bumble bee, For in the light it holds me tight, For only darkness sets it free, For in your light I'll hold you tighter And in our dreams we'll fly free, For all the darkness will never find us, Dancing naked through the trees.


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