Fergal Dunne Biography

Monday morning 10am
The sun doesn’t break through,
Depressed,
Carrying weights
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I kissed Lorraine,
Inside our house made from bales of straw.
The sun shone through the tiny gaps
And made her blond hair glisten,
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The doors are always open,
I just can't get down the hall.
Like a fly in a cathedral,
I just can't find the wall.
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Everything’s gone now
And all your heroes are dead
You don’t feel like going on
Nothings clear inside your head
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There was silence, an eerie calm
And then the rain came.
Slowly at first, so slowly
That the dry barren earth
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