Raucous,
Raucous,
The ball settled in the
Moon's light after
Running in the shades relative of
Hedges and field-walls:
Raucous
Raucous
The night has come
No
Longer the night is coming
No longer
The stars have rung
Their door bells of the
Heavens
The night-dews have densified
And
Fallen
Obediently
The nightingales have
Ceased singing
Silently
Two hollow eyes
Then
Four hollow eyes
My parents have
My parents had
How hollow
How hollow are your eyes
You
Must have wept long
And
Are still weeping
Raucous,
Raucous,
The ball settled in the
Moon's light after
Running in the shades relative of
Hedges and field-walls:
Raucous
Raucous
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