Feather Lights
MACABRE and golden the moon opened a slant of light.
A triangle for an oriole to stand and sing, " Take me home. "
A layer of thin white gold feathers for a child queen of gypsies.
So the moon opened a slant of light and let it go.
So the lonesome dogs, the fog moon, the pearl mist, came back.
A triangle for an oriole to stand and sing, " Take me home. "
A layer of thin white gold feathers for a child queen of gypsies.
So the moon opened a slant of light and let it go.
So the lonesome dogs, the fog moon, the pearl mist, came back.
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