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Mar 2016
I wanted to believe
There was a river once
In which all hearts were satisfied
And where maybe even we
Could have floated forever
Underneath its cool and liquid stars

But this is not true

Time sends its ripples
Through our tangled hearts
And the night folding over - presses down
And covers up our lives
We have one colonial secret
Which only the vagabonds pass
In whispers
Upon our unknowable paths

We meet again
We part
We meet again
We part
While slowly the chains
Drag in the sea
Of our deep hearts.
Written by
Bill Higham
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