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The morning is like the inside of a snow-apple.
The world turns softly / Not to spill its lakes and rivers.
The moon is at her crystal window / Spinning and weaving...
The world turns softly Not to spill its lakes and rivers, The water is held in its arms And the sky is held in the water. What is water, That pours silver, And can hold the sky?