When the blackbird calls three notes
From the railway bridge and the evening air trembles
As though a hand has plucked it like a string
The lights of houses coming on cast shadows
Across walls and bushes, fences, sheds and trees
And in one garden a tomcat silently creeps
Over the lawn towards a Mouse that hesitates.
From the railway bridge and the evening air trembles
As though a hand has plucked it like a string
The lights of houses coming on cast shadows
Across walls and bushes, fences, sheds and trees
And in one garden a tomcat silently creeps
Over the lawn towards a Mouse that hesitates.
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