With light cast from the heavens
It is as if the breath
Of all the girls I’ve ever known
It is the field for stock, and harvest
With stone walls for the ravens
It is as if for the death
Of all the failings I’ve ever shown
The Jug and Chase
With cars that pass
At fifty miles an hour
The leaning grass
With dew so fast
It holds in the showers
It is the top of my world
With time for the lonely
It is as if all of the hopes
For one of those girls on my own
It is the meadow for dreaming
Daydreams of the one, and only
It is as if the ropes break
From all the ties I’ve ever known
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