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Russet light


Climb up that steep hill

There are no hedges, no tracks

A rural, russet

light is sure to delight us


Reach the far summit

There is a movement of charge

A higher passion

is almost within our reach


Down the hill we go!

praise and wave to enzyme spurs

Let the atoms thrive,

jumping their lower hurdles


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