Night Owl

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Night Owl

Home is here, on the hand of an early hour,
fearing none of the clamouring day, my dear.

Night owl,
night owl,
night owl.

Laying low, taking note of each and every bone.
Keeping a small lamp burning, and the sand of my heart turning
the day’s bitter blood into a haze,
of forgiveness, thoughtfulness, my dear.

Night owl,
night owl,
night owl.

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from Brightly Painted One, released May 5, 2014

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