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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418157" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Missing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The boots of clunking time<br>Kicked us all around this life<br>But for moments we stood free<br>On the surge and peaks of dreams<br>And now here in these dark glens<br>Where the air seems cold and thin<br>I wish I wasn’t wishing<br>I was with them still</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The chestnut trees stood tall<br>By the banks of Inch canal<br>They were much too tall to fall<br>Through the branches to the grass<br>And the loch was icy cold<br>cold as fear of diving in<br>but you who knew no fear then<br>dived completely in</div><div style="margin:10px 0">chorus </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and breaking down the walls<br>took us miles away from home<br>where the riper fruit hung low<br>to beneath the crashing stone<br>that you almost died below<br>and the sudden storm that came<br>it chased through field and woodland<br>all the frightened braves</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And soon it came to pass<br>That we all went passing through<br>The last gates of innocence<br>And to talking from a glass<br>And we grew to greater heights<br>And we flew on distant flights<br>We climbed the steps and hills and<br>Traded flight for bills</div><div style="margin:10px 0">chorus<br>And now the sun’s come shining <br>on these streets and fields we knew<br>but like the changing river<br>they’ve changed into something new<br>something new that’s hiding all<br>those people who were small<br>who stared into the sun until <br>we saw right through into the blue<br>who skipped the change of step <br>as pure as morning dew</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And donning coats of distance, <br>Over rags of truth and chance<br> We climbed the hill of purpose<br>Just as if ambition owned us<br>And kept collecting stuff and chains<br>til suddenly the road became<br>an ever growing faltering<br>in the fog that fell between <br>all we are and all we’ve been<br>And all those innocents<br>Have been missing when we met<br>Through those intimacies spent<br>like strangers on the street<br>on a bend that keeps on turning<br>like a spiral, incomplete<br>decked with “all our yesterdays”<br>out of bounds and out of reach</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The boots of clunking time<br>Kicked us all around this life<br>But for moments we stood free<br>On the surge and peaks of dreams<br>And now here in these dark glens<br>Where the air seems cold and thin<br>I wish I wasn’t wishing<br>I was with them still</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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Kicked us all around this life
But for moments we stood free
On the surge and peaks of dreams
And now here in these dark glens
Where the air seems cold and thin
I wish I wasn’t wishing
I was with them still

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