Proud tranced the swan sits
On a dome of broken reeds
Not secretive she
Her mate patrols upriver
Neat weapon-wings ready furled
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Proud tranced the swan sits
On a dome of broken reeds
Not secretive she
Her mate patrols upriver
Neat weapon-wings ready furled
Yellow fields
Golden hillsides
A sea of flowers
– iku
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