Cirrus Minors - Roger Waters

    In a churchyard by a river
    Lazing in the haze of midday
    Laughing in the grasses and the graze
    Yellow bird, you are not 'lone in singing and in flying on
    in laughing and in leaving

    Willow weeping in the water
    Wawing to the river daughters
    Swaying in the ripples and the reeds
    On a trip to Cirrus Minor, saw a crater in the sun
    A thousand miles of moonlight later

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