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There'll Be A Place

My soul’s a shell with wind of time That blows inside forever The hollow roar of waves it hides Although its calm as ever My mind’s a desolated street To fields of green and meadows It leads but not a face I meet Beneath the tangled shadows Gone is the 16 Marroway Gone is the Jansel Square The garden where Pippa played Has vanished in the air My heart’s a cactus on your sill Under the heating sun It hopes for water you could spill Although it knows you can’t You disappeared in the space But you remain in time I know for sure there’ll be a place For us, and some fine wine.

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