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at night you say viking ships come to spray
flame fire peat burn lime'd green metholate
the hot single malt melancholy flat

green amble island make no attempt at
blocking the mainland mountains that drag
waterborn remind us how deadlines slip

from the life we have known life of noise
life rush run run come come sit gently
by my side on the cold stone terrace wall
silence broken gull cry crack flame

carry us in bondage still silent
nosed bouquet peaty we would say
over dinner now it is just a reminder
of the rekindled passion of words

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