When the evening breeze
Ruffled the leaves in the half-light
I felt the greatness in the air,
Just standing there;
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The time back then cannot be found,
Did I ever really live in those days?
The images in my mind are bound
By a somnolent, ghostly haze;
...
Time has grown over these plots
Of broken down plinths
And ragged headstones
With their faded engraving
...
The day is nearly done
Unblemished by the works of human hand
With gentle push, the sun slips ever lower
Beneath horizons, below hilltops, behind houses,
...
I found out with sadness about your plight
Your life lived in perpetual night
An underground stable was where you roomed
An innocent life entombed
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"Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine"
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The fingers of the clock
Would not move around the face
Time seemed to be endless
As we gazed out into space
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I leave to you everything….
The sunny days
When joy runs through your veins;
The view from the mountain top
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We wandered by the boating lake
On a Sunday afternoon
With crocuses fringing pathways
For the daffodils just too soon
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