Lisbeth's out with friends tonight
So I can watch the dying light
The weather has been warm and kind
And I've had nothing on my mind
I've watched the birds and listened, too,
while they have sung and fluttered through
the branches of the closest tree
with figs up high, just over me
The night is calm. The garden still
The houses, quiet, upon the hill
And solar lights infuse a glow
upon the leaves and flowers below
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