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A Morning Far Away

After the gold rush,
the boy stood straight and tall.
Her heart so empty and crushed.
He had built a wall.

The sunlight hit the bricks.
A leef fell silent to the ground;
with sorrow, pain so sick.
No colours, no light…no sound.

The sky, she flew away.
Left him by the fire.
Freedom left astray.
She got along; higher, higher.

Left alone he felt the loss.
The sorrow, lonelyness and pain.
Their lifelines no longer cross.
She left him standing in the rain.

Would they meet again, a day?
Only the harsh future can tell.
Would faith lead them both away,
or lock them back in loves cruel cell.


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