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Refuge Lost

Refuge was once that old barn on the hill

Where we went every day

But now the old boards creak a warning, sharp and shrill

 

Sometimes we’d sleep there, waking as the swallows began to trill

We were always safe and warm, nestled in the hay

Refuge was once that old barn on the hill

 

We had adventures, full of glory and thrill

Before such imaginings began to fray

But now the old boards creak a warning, sharp and shrill

 

Then animosity crept in with winter’s chill

And the sunshine there turned to clouds of gray

Refuge was once that old barn on the hill

 

Now there are spaces we cannot fill

We longed to stay

But now the old boards creak a warning, sharp and shrill

 

Some days I wish I could go back again to play

There are unfinished fantasies I want to fulfill

Refuge was once that old barn on the hill

But now the old boards creak a warning, sharp and shrill.

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