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Hunter's Moon Morning

 

A stranger in the morning sky

The perfect Hunter's Moon

Lingering from the evening past

Loathe to part so soon

Shining o'er the Severn sea

The mistress of the tide

Who pulls the waters to and fro

The Clevedon shore beside

But even she cannot withstand

The power of rising Sun

Fading oh so gracefully

For future nights to come.

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