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Headed back home Spirited by reunion Colours of cedar And an ardent arbour of knowing Eternal love slow Though you might blow away This could thicken like blood I was not in your wet eye Ever to fear over your hardened lines Came the spirit of the avalon air That would answer only your concept I held sorrow in the blue bowl around your eye I have too tried to still myself to a frame And breathe continuous Breathe continuously And still comes over my lung I plume in the westerly wind I have too run from But I hunt for you now Nothing like this is permanent Cost you nothing Handed on the plane so discrete from the bone And I shiver from the cold I'm limber but lessingly so Time is not heavy enough