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Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young

In a world of magnets and miracles

Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary

The ringing of the division bell had begun


Along the Long Road and on down the Causeway

Do they still meet there by the Cut


There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps

Running before times took our dreams away

Leaving the myriad small