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Jun 2016
Stand with me on the top of the Earth,
Look down into the valley of History.
See both the young man I always was,
And the young man I will always be.

Should I ever fall or quietly break,
Or even be thought to have ran away.
Stand here and be among the trees,
Look down on the earth and you'll see me.
When I was young, this rooftop was my escape. My pinnacle.
Colm
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Colm
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