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Nine PM

A little bird cries in the garden
The hour nine pm
She sings
She sings
She cries,

The leaves are stars
The stars are tears
Tonight the time
Moves motionlessly
Without body
Or voice,

She cries
She sings
She sings

The hour nine pm
A little bird cries in the garden




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Written on 2022-09-30 at 01:49

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Ghosts Of Summer Trees
by Chaucer Whethers