Grey Nose
Grey nose, white tail.
Soft feet hop down the trail.
At the end a light.
Shining in the night.
Who sits there at the end?
Grey nose, white tail.
A girl covered in a black veil.
Why do you sit here at the end of the trail?
Long ears wait, listen.
A soft sigh breaks free, tears glisten.
Grey nose, white tail.
Let me help you lift your veil.
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