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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