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Dance   1994
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Circles dancing in the corn
On hidden fields, in dusty morn
On site of temples long since torn
On flattened barrow, pattern born
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Corn-stalks laid in twisting swing
Order to the tram-lines bring
On the bones of ancient king
On our ears, the warnings sing
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In the still of country night
From a dark and lonely height
Comes the power in its might
Bathing corn in ghostly light
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Now in quiet lonely wold
Faery-ring in grassy gold
Has our futures in its hold
Heed the warning signs of old
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(c) 1994 James McGowan  - all rights reserved
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