There was a luminous globe
in the Northern sky
Like a torch sent to probe
through ages gone by

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It seemed real as the moon
tending dreams far and near
You could feel its soft tune
like the warmth of a tear

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Brightness showered the field
in ripples of dawn
The night dwellers reeled
as summer had gone

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On the crest of a hill
fog swirls through the trees
There’s the ghost of a chill
in the new morning breeze

 

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