In The Hours Of Not Quite Rain Lyrics
In the hour of not quite rain
When the fog was fingertip high
The moon hung suspended
In a singular sky
Deeply and beyond seeing
Not wishing to intrude
Bathed in its own reflection
The water mirrored the moon
The tumbling birds have now sobered
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From the leaves of their nursery
Like shadowy, quiet children
Watching sleepily