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I would often go there
to the tiny church there
the smallest church in sussex
though it once was larger
How the rill may rest there
down through the mist there
toward the seven sisters
toward those white cliffs there
I would ofter stay there
in there tiny yard there
i have been so glad here
looking forward to the past here
But now you are alone
none of this matters at all