This morning
The clouds lie low
Tangled among the crooked pines
Framing the mountains
In their ghostly web
This morning
The sleepy rain
Falls with the drone of a fly
And the clouds wait
For a beating heart
To fall from the sky
Ensnared in their beauty
The clouds lie low
Tangled among the crooked pines
Framing the mountains
In their ghostly web
This morning
The sleepy rain
Falls with the drone of a fly
And the clouds wait
For a beating heart
To fall from the sky
Ensnared in their beauty
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