Black Eternity
BLACK ETERNITY
Long ago Yorkshire was different.
We walk five miles from the cabin to the village pub,
Pitch black moonless moors and six voices laughing.
Close stars almost so bright we can touch.
Into darkened village,
Push open pub door,
Music and light spill into street.
Seems like yesterday today.
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