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BmIn the hour of Anot quite Bmrain When the Gfog was finger tip Dhigh The BmmoonE hung suBmspendeEd in a Bmsingular Esky D
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F#mDeeply and beBmyond seeing, F#mNot wishing to inBmtrude EBathed in its F#mown reBmflection AThe water mirrored the Bmmoon E Bm E
The tumbling birds have now sobered From the leaves of their nursery Like shadowy, quiet children watching sleeply by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com