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I have felt the rain in fields of sheaves. I have lost the buttons on my sleeves. I have counted the staves of the corn and watched the stubble coat the moon. Warding off the raven's breath as the seasons change. Remaining as a sentinel between seeds of corn and famine. Waiting for the dawn as the strawman, but I have lost my buttons.

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