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THREE HOURS
The moon was like a boat one night,
And like a bowl of flowers,
Three butterflies were riding there,
Named for three lovely hours.
And like a bowl of flowers,
Three butterflies were riding there,
Named for three lovely hours.
The first hour was the hour the night
Was a great dome of peace,
The second hour was when the night
Gave my heart release
From all old grief and all lost love.
Was a great dome of peace,
The second hour was when the night
Gave my heart release
From all old grief and all lost love.
And the third hour was when
I found that I was reconciled
To Heaven and Earth and men.
I found that I was reconciled
To Heaven and Earth and men.
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