Some men dream of countries far away
And of ruined castles on hilltops
Or streams that ran cold and blue
Out of some deep forest and into
impossible sunlight.
They remember what they have seen
And know it now in memory
Where colors are deeper
And music sweeter
Than what was once actually lived.
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Some men dream of calm cities
Where horses the colors of sunset
Prance down wide streets between great houses
Where pain and failure have been surpassed
And there is no waste
They imagine the air in those cities
As light, and tasting of the miles of pine and
Ancient hemlock
That surround its gates.
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Other men long for the touch of a hand
That they have not known for forty years
And imagine it would heal them
And make them again the men they were
Or once hoped to be.
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