Realising a form out of stone
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Set hands moving
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Roan shaped his heart
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Thru his working hands
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Work to mould his passion into clay
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Like the sun
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In his room, his lady
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She would dance and sing so completely
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So be still, he now cries
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I have time, oh let clay transform thee so, love
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In the deep cold of night
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Winter calls, he cries, don't deny me
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For his lady, deep her illness
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Time has caught her
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And will for all reasons take her
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In the still light of dawn, she dies
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Helpless hands soul revealing
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Like leaves we touch, we learn
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We once knew the story
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As winter calls he will starve
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All but to see the stone be life
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Now Roan no more tears
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Set to work his strength
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So transformed him
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Realising a form out of stone, his work
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So absorbed him
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Could she hear him
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Could she see him
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All aglow was his room bathed in this light
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He would touch her
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He would hold her
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Laughing as they danced
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Highest colours touching others
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Did her eyes at the turn of the century
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Tell me plainly
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How we meet, how we'll love
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Or let life, so transform me
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Like leaves we touched, we danced
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We once knew the story
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As autumn called and we both
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Remembered all those many years ago
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I'm sure we know
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Was the sign with a touch
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As I kiss your fingers
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We walk hands in the sun
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Memories when we're young
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Love lingers so
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Was it sun thru the haze
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That made all your looks
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Warm as moonlight
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As a pearl, deep your eyes
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Tears have flown away
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All the same light
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Did her eyes at the turn of the century
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Tell me plainly
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When we meet how we'll look
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As we smile time will leave me clearly
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Like leaves we touch, we search
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We will know the story
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As autumn calls we will both remember
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All those many years ago
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Turn Of The Century
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| Annie Haslam |
