I count the hours: you count the days.
Together, we count the minutes in this passion play.
Walk dusty miles. and I ride that train
On a first class ticket, just to be with you again.
Picking up tired feet. back from a far horizon.
Cleaned up and brushed down. dressed to look the part.
To stand in sweet spring water and press them to your heart.
Never inviting trouble, never casting the stone.
But this badge of honour is of tarnished tin.
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