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What the Carpenter Said

THE moon""s a cottage with a door.
Some folks can see it plain.
Look you may catch a glint of light
A sparkle through the pane
Showing the place is brighter still
Within though bright without.
There at a cosy open fire
Strange babes are grouped about.
The children of the wind and tide
The urchins of the sky
Drying their wings from storms and things
So they again can fly.

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