Sweet Sorrow

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I am able to make visits to an area of England which I have known well for a long time. It is a comfortable place which evokes many memories and it is always hard to leave at the end of a holiday. I'm waiting for the day when I shall be able to remain there.

Sweet town, you'll be the death of me, I leave again without my heart Entrusting it into your care. All the sounds and all the places Seasoned with familiar faces Are only ghosts for the main part. From sunset glow to swirling mist When all life's sounds grow faint and cease, Haunting voices through the years Renew the thoughts within my soul Of long-lost friends swallowed whole By time. May each one rest in peace.

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