Over by Allenby

On a cold afternoon
 Where the wind glides in circles round a discarded tune
 Take a ride through the mirror
 As the light hits the town
 Over some lady's stand elegant and proud
 Do a courtesy, take a bow
 Stand in line for inspection as the crowd gathers round
 Give a smile as they recall with a glint in their eyes
 That old disappointments are memories run dry
 The keepers remind us of lives left behind us
 Of faraway battles at noon
 The mind comes from distance to make an appearance
 And long shall we dance off our glooms
 But over by Allenby
 On a cold afternoon
 There's a feeling reminds me of a friend I once knew
 It's a talk, it's a heartbeat, it's a smell, it's a pain
 It's an old recollection down an old memory lane
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