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Long Road Home
In Summerland gathering
One hundred and One
come to sing songs to the Midnight Sun
to the Rivers of amber and the Mountains of Jade
Where Horses in fields of white lilies did lay
with their eyes turned to stars
and their hearts turned to stone
and their dreams become dust on the long road home
Remember the Restless, the wandering souls
who never quite settle who never grow old
but continue to listen once the story's been told
to the thieves in the trees
to the dust in the road
to the rumour of riverbanks securing their gold
in the tempest of time in the caverns below
in who's darkest black ember
ignites the blaze
in the hearts of those horses who once again graze
over cobble and root over rooftop and grave
save what you can for the long road home
Copyright Gregory Alexander Morris 2004
All Rights Reserved
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