In the brown-eyed fall
Finally convinced us of it all
All we could agree on
There was a child to feed
The wailing winter come
For such dreamless sleep
We thought she’d died
Wrapped in her starry blanket
Years borne like children
Who eagerly leave home
Some never heard from again
But one who returned
Unburdened and uncrowned
When you were found
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