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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 –
Now the day is over,you're lying in your bedand cares are spinning endlesslyaround your weary head.Remember that the moon you seeis also shining down on me.
My love is like a well-read bookwhich makes me smile each time I look.It shouts and whispers, roars and singsit grounds me and it gives me wings.
We turn our faces up and jiggle thirty toes,Morse-coding longing with our restless beat.When will it come?Shepherds on the first Nativity, we scan the skiesand huddle,
My Wipwapwop, it cost a lotI keep it up my sleeveit's great for surfing on the spotand playing make believe.It's sleek and snug and mine to hug