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Hine-MacIver-Jeffes |
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Yes, it's been a long time, |
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He said with a smile, |
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Looking almost sadly |
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To where the long grass brushed the sky; |
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Nothing ever changes |
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And yet nothing stays the same, |
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Growing older |
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Day by day. |
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It doesn't seem so long ago |
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Blind dog was hardly born, |
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We used to run from here to over there... |
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The empty voice balloon |
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Hung down from the old man's lips, |
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Snatching a sideways glance |
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He pulled down the sky |
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And wrote in cold white paint |
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"The End" |
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"Equity" I shouted, |
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"Can't seem to hear you" he murmured. |
