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Fog in the vale again
pink the mountains;
feeling tiny and small
but calm inside.
The noise of the motorway
down in the valley
doesn´t fit into
the picture.
You told me I´m ready
you miss me for collection
come on to sitting on
the peak packed luggage,
the summit inside
and pick me my heart you
up if can take it, if
you can. you come.
Turning around
threatening above me
the church steeple in front of
the light blue sky.
Alone on the churchyard
wandering through people
sleeping in graves.
All alone.
Sitting on the bench
names engraved
it´s cold on the seat
waiting...
Sun sets behind
snow-capped mountains.
Sitting here
constantly alone.