Watching, remembering

Days long ago 

But remembered 

As if they were but yesterday experienced.

Cold stone and fragile colours;

All weathers seen,

Before them tears and memories shed

As days pass to month and then to years

As centuries come 

Found upon pages that echo our fears 

Destined to play the same old games

Until only shame and unhappiness remains

Yet honour binds us to noble cause

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