What is this strange emptiness
High up in Inverness
A river met a firth
And now lost its mirth?
A full throated song
Is now choked from within
A rainbow ends
Before it begins?
Was this what was awaited
A thousand morns and then nevermore?
This cannot be
I still wait patiently evermore
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