Jez Inglis

All hope is gone.
Darkness is closing in.
A sliver of light
Above a distant hill
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Hand in hand, we walked in the sand,
Along Swansea Bay.
How young were we in the Summer sun;
How carefree, how gay.
...

It seems a shame to hang myself,
On a day so bright and blue,
With celandines flowering in the woods:
Their blooms, the yellowest hue;
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She looked so beautiful in the twilight,
Yet somehow she made me cry.
She shone so brightly in the moonlight
Under the evening sky.
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