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The Day When you Return
All is to either side
An array of dancing light
Flames spouting song
From tiny twisting tongues
A heather field from here
With borrowed rusty wire
Entraps the thoughts of glamour
Within the wilding daughter
No seas will ever satisfy
Yet it is folly to cease in trying
You can't bless the journey home
Until you've been distant too long
The earth would gleam like tasteless rain
The sky in season's glow
No sense of dreading disdain
The day when you return
