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ed through and leaves thick, we were young knew nothing and didn’t want to know all we knew was that the dreams might float up might carry us into the daylight clouds might walk along the wind and the water of the lake might gather the light into flames We look out at leaves turning green Still I didn’t want to know and have not got up to wipe off the glass dark green waves of summer rise and fall oars knocking, knocking fish parting the glossy cu