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And suffrage was waiting With spools of henweave and waiting rain

It was near to Berlin And the entire world was new And in Italy they photobombed our own -for theirs But my Mozart of cousin Redemp’t All those clouds found us unclothed But ready for war

So lest us unpray For the things in time And olive in Rome extant

The sweetest remorse Was our wedding against us If we needed us It was the year

Last of the beaches were in Orono But I was a prayer in your zips Unspeakable was this I am singing for your town of Saint John The place of heights Of women in pain

And men, Who fetch potatoes on the long day- Were witnessing to joy For their lochs at the end of a war And Reunion to their lair With the fairer spouse And Children borne of Christmas Day

In flight o’er forest The angelic kind I saw beaver and muskrat And floating til

—The Acadian Forest