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When Harry went awayhe stole a part of Mum.No-one warned us. No-one said.We looked and looked for ages –
Once everything was bigand you were small,but year after year your shadow crept up the wall and you grew tall.
Spring is baby,bright, fresh and new,gurgling with the melting snow,singing with the first cuckoo.
We don' have a Springtime like some folkWho live in dem colder place,but we have a time when de soft rain come,an' tease open de seedcase
Behind youWindrush childpalm trees wave goodbye
above youWindrush childseabirds asking why
around youWindrush childblue water rolling by