Beside the clouds and the sea
On this fine February day
O to step free
Onto the sands of the lea
On this week of my birthday
O to think on
Of poem and song
As I sketch out these few words
O to be strong
For all that’s gone wrong
As I mention the birds
O they’ve returned
To seas they once spurned
In the years before yesterday
O life so we burn
As if to regular confirm
That the past is in the futures way
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