Hour of Estrangment The stars are calling me, It's time to g | Every Day Poems
Hour of Estrangment
The stars are calling me, It's time to go back into the night. The moon will take you back For it's the hour of estrangment. The spring is going back, The flowers will wither soon, The birds will migrate afar. It's the hour of estrangment.
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