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Fidycat

Spirit (1995) February opened her eyes and light was gone from yours You did your best to outrun time We never said enough before you closed the circle and only now our poems rhyme and tho' it's true I can't hold your spirit content I am that it has flown over red cliffs over the harbour to home you'll wait for me, and then in the gulls cry here in Spring's stirring sigh I will find you again.... Auchmithie's just as she was It could be that same day we celebrated life's long poem I search in vain for a sail horizon to the shore maybe you took the last one home

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