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What is it here in this indigo night
What is it here in this indigo night
Just out of reach of this failing sight
That calls so sadly to these tired old ears
'Tis nothing but the mind I fear.
The other day I saw a sight
That made me wonder of the plight,
Upon the hill beneath the tree
Sat the cat and ate the flea.
hmm...this one makes me ponder a bit....and makes me think of how we all see a different view at times...and we all think in our own way.