I come this way often
a moment still
remembered
as a fragment of a distant dream
dancing
in the gathering gloom
the sway of the filling crop
waves across the water
to the rhythm of drum-beat hooves
lost
the sway of the filling crop
waves across the water
to the rhythm of drum-beat hooves
lost
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