In the wiping of the
counter
In the making of a bed
In the turning in,to sleep, alone
amongst stories from books read
In the making of a bed
In the turning in,to sleep, alone
amongst stories from books read
By the silent walk with
the dog
along fields with birdsong thick
By the Swallow-swept skies above
gathering to them swarms of insects
along fields with birdsong thick
By the Swallow-swept skies above
gathering to them swarms of insects
Some of us live on high seas
Some spend our lives in cities
When years are filled with others
Time alone is no pity
Some spend our lives in cities
When years are filled with others
Time alone is no pity
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