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from fear

Swinging from every branchlet's end
There, too, the nine brown sisters talked  

Of thievish snakes, their nests suspend
The silver-feathered

of entropy 
Alive with fresh decay
In runnel and branchlet
We carry the sound
All hail the canopy crown

Saved us from the animal
Praise to Cultivator
Canopy