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  • the grass grows tall
    and ivy twines
    o'er gate and wall and path
    once a carriage road
    then a track
    in the end, a path.
    the earth recalls their passing,
    the wind their song.
    I stopped there once,
    lost, or in a dream,
    my footsteps raw in the dew bright field.
    I remembered what lay beyond,
    heard the voices faint and far,
    saw them there,
    as they were once,
    as I once was.

    I raised a hand to try the gates,
    but rain and rust had wrought their ruin.
    the gate sealed, a way no more.
    A raven, like a sentry watched,
    spread his wings,
    darkness loomed behind him.
    I felt the silence,
    felt the ivy stir
    like a curtain for a moment pulled aside
    now falling back once more.
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