She cried brightly
Through the fair
The fair
And early
Chorus
Piping higher
At the versus
Mourning
At a mother's
Stall
As a child
Too young
Forebearing
A feather plucked
Her heirs
Airs of string
And hammers
Dulcet
Blonder than the sun
Shone before
The water breech
Flashing irises
Past- reflecting blue
She cried brightly
Through the fair
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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