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Nov 2011
Timeless green told your age
Betrayed by the moss.
Winding, winding
Pattern abandoned
Sing along, my dear.

Swept and polished
Still I know
What lurks under the surface
Your ancient tale
Share with me, my love.

A girl with ringlets climbs your stairs
Trips upon the last
Sliding down, falling soft
What a leap
Catch me, if you can.

She is grabbed by a man
Taken from your sight
One last glance is all you have
You miss her so
Weep your sorrow, darling.

Less and less attempt to try
Greener and greener you grow
Memory is all that’s left
You shut your gate for good
Throw the key, throw it far love.
The Year
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