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View from the train
Trees over the top
june some twenty years ago
like a dream in a summer of energy
big four
june some twenty years to go
like a stream in a summer of energy
melt to the ocean
small stark wood
won't let the sun
pointing field
to fill my days and nights with something
painting field
ugly old way
small dark wood
won't let the sun go down
what now can never green
to feel my days and nights with something
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great things on the horizon
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frost, fog and some trees