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The Fool

From your
Narrator's chair
A calming scent
Of lavender fills
The air.
A boned curled hand,
Calling me out
Making me
Dance.
From your
Narrator's chair
A calming scent
Of lavender fills
The air.
Fiddle stick in hand,
Bells on foot
A stranger
In a lavish land.

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