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Now, in this faraway land

Strange, that the palms of my lands

Should be damp with expectancy

Spring, and the air’s turning mild

City lights, and the glimpse of a child

Of the alleyway infantry

Friends, do they know what I mean

Rain, and the gathering green

Of an afternoon out-of-town

But Lord I had to go

My trail was laid too slow behind me

To face the call of fame

Or make a junkyard’s name for me

Though now this other life

Has brought a different understanding

And from these endless days

Shall come a broader sympathy

And though I count the hours

To be alone’s no injury

My home, was a place near the sand

Cliffs, and a military band

Blew an air of normality.

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