I am not too far from death
To remember
When it was
A million miles
Away
When it had
A comic book
Shape
A long hood
And a scythe
I am not too far from death
To remember
When it was
A million miles
Away
The start of summer
Escape
The long days
Without agenda
I am not too far from death
To remember
When it was
A million miles
Away
In that now
Far county
Mothers and fathers
Were immortal
The noisy crows
Said nothing
The churchyard
Was just a place
To play
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