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'I felt more baron than a woman that hadn't given birth at all.'
Grey is the Day

I'm falling again
For where must I sleep
In times of sorrow
Maybe tomorrow
I wish for all my dreams
Grey is the day
For where must I play
Between whistling stones
And bells of the Downs
Angry sea frowns
Calling the call
Watching me fall
Greyest of rain
My soul to keep
For now I shall sleep
Take away this pain
I will not fall again..


Written by N.J.  Storm