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In the Shadow of the Castle on the Hill

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The early morning sun silhouettes the castle
That rides upon the hill high up above.
A warm September breeze envelops me
momentarily elevating my soul.

The blonde behind the wheel of the green TR 7
Stops & smiles as she brakes at the junction,
Every morning we exchange the same salutation.
I don't even know who she is.

Passing W.H. Smiths I watch her pull away
And my journey carries on as before.
In the shadow of the castle my college snugly rests
And I anticipate a cigarette.

Youthfully truthful & longingly young
At least it seemed like it anyway,
When I attended the college that snugly rested
In the shadow of the castle on the hill.
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