Just before the hour
When the horse flies lite
Just before the hour
When they bite
A dream of what might lie
Beyond the steaming milky haze
Just before the velvet daze
of summer’s
4 o’clock
Just before the hour
When the horse flies lite
Just before the hour
When they bite
A dream of what might lie
Beyond the steaming milky haze
Just before the velvet daze
of summer’s
4 o’clock
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