You are my life: there’s no divide
Hard words could cause or temper bring
I love you more than being or thing
On earth was ever loved: inside
The soil of every angry scene
A new seed sends shoots, fresh and green
Good year, 1996
Come train through the forests of rain
Bring my girl to my aching arms
Into the night against the grain...
It’s more quiet than I’ve ever known
No cat stirs, wasp or fly.
At least for a while...
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