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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
BmEBmEBmGCFED
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
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