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| Pencil sketch of the picket line 1985 (J.E. Fellows) |
The full sequence is here
The Funeral
There wasn't any more that we could say
to heal the wounds; to bond and unify
There's never a return to yesterday
I see the slaglands where we used to play
now full of life as time rolls gently by
There wasn't any more that we could say
There's rules you break you must not disobey
and no-one ever thinks to answer why
there's never a return to yesterday
As cold, grey skies help carry her away
he looks at me but I can't meet his eye
There wasn't any more that we could say
I know she would have wanted us to stay
to make amends, at least to pacify
There's never a return to yesterday
It's best that we just quietly slip away
He won't want us to ever see him cry
There wasn't any more that we could say
There's never a return to yesterday
(c) Tim Fellows 2018
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