The mist is snaking through the trees like long white hair, tangled in the fingers of a lover. There's a blush of pink against the silver of the sky just over the ridge and the small pewter-coloured clouds scud down the Sound. All this deelish smoky silence...and a cuppa to warm me cockles. Ooh, some clouds are becoming coral at the edges with
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I see the moon...the moon sees me
God bless the moon...and God bless me
Please let the light that shines on me
Shine on the one I love.
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