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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418139" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dark Harbour</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lights are shining down upon broken stones and fishing boats<br>In the amber haze reflections reach for the night that’s crowding close   <br>And on the hill the old hotel is watching over all<br>And I think I hear a voice I know  <br>From somewhere down among the waves that kiss the harbour wall</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The revellers all come and go at the Crown and Harbour House<br>There’s a solitary violin in the distance drifting down<br>And from the south a quarter moon is watching over all<br>And I think I see a face I know<br>Beneath me in the rippling images that rise and fall</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I’m thinking of so many things<br>of all the roads that led me on<br>and all the words I’ve wasted on<br>dreams that take us nowhere <br>when all that ever mattered<br>was waiting for me here</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The outside world in silence waits beyond the edge of night<br>for the pilgrims on the glory road that most of us walk blind<br>And in the air the promises that kept us driving on<br>And I think I hear a song I know   <br>In the old dance hall I held you close; by morning I was gone </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now it’s Hogmanay and bitter cold, but nobody seems to care<br>In the amber night below the lights there is music everywhere<br>And from the harbour deep and dark it’s time to turn for home<br>And I think I hear the bells ring out<br>From somewhere o’er the Auld Lang Synes that echo round the shore</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ve been thinking of so many things<br>of all the roads that led me on<br>and all the words I’ve wasted on<br>dreams that take us nowhere<br>when all that ever mattered<br>was waiting for me here</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>31 10 11</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jim+Hogg">Jim Hogg</a><div class=q>
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In the amber haze reflections reach for the night that’s crowding close   
And on the hill the old hotel is watching over all
And I think I hear a voice I know  
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