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Musing: Cold Nights
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Cold Nights of August
The clouds are dark blue The skies painted with many hue The wind sifts about the way Pushing the turbans away The heights of the mountains Lay quiet, near the Lions den The clouds hung motionless Awaiting the Judges case A hopeful evening Turned to one, windy And here the storm just began Making all…
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Cold Nights
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Lullaby