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The young man sits above the town in the glow of the setting sun
With his head held cradled in his hands, his back against a stone
Saying “Why have I so little time in this wretched place to stand
When I can’t take the girl I love back home to the Borderland, oh?

For I watch her dance upon the hill and I live but for her song
And she never dreamed I waited here so silent and so long
But her golden hair to strike me down and her brown eyes strike me blind

Last update on August 2, 2015

so ghostly then the girl came in,
i never saw the turnstile twist,
down where the orchard trees begin,
lost in a reverie of mist

and in the windless hour between