Aislers Set - Cocksure Whistler lyrics

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Showers shimmy like the rain's bombast.

And the cocksure whistlers up the autumn mast.

Blows the leaves on by with a lazy breath.

A puckered wisdom and violence of a season.

Showers icy but the streets are chalk.

Like the cocksure whistler's on a winter walk.

Calls the snow like father with a frozen gait.

He'll sell your joys for a fireplace.

For the season.