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40 A Dream Too Far He took me from home With promises to quiet my moan, Show me life I’d never known If I just follow his hand. I packed away my history books And picked up a new slate To start writing another story In colours Brighter than I had ever used. Now my days are longer My hours idlers And my dread greater. No better bread No redder meat. Just spring and snow, Elements I can live without. Hunger for home Creates voids not filled even by love. Dead, all the glittering promises. Chained in a present I wish I never knew. 21/03/09 ...

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