Come, come into the light
See, see the doves
Some white doves on sunshine padding
Their shadows sparkle on
A cloud of crimson Cathedral glass
Morning yet at dawn
Ready, ready of today's flight
But dreadful wave beseech
My tommy, and I peep,
Peeping towards the waiting sun
The dawn runs from the dusk,
The dusks from the dawn
Towards this wet waiting morning
Come, come into the light
See, see the doves
Sparkle their shadows
On a cloud of crimson Cathedral glass
Out there is noonday
The sun fights the rain
And the rain fights back the sun
Like cymbals clashing
Come out, come out of your shadow
A beautiful day, it is
19/09/16
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