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Did they build this tenement
With stone from Fife?
Does it have a memory
Of an earlier life?
Before it was transported
To be cut with pride
And built up to let look down
On Causewayside
At the edge of the pavement
There stands a girl
Of no more than three
Years in this world
Looking up at her mother
with sheer delight
For a moment
On Causewayside
The rats in the sewer
And the autumn sky
Stand still for a moment
And so do I
As we touch the eternal
Then the cold wind sighed
And blowed it away
Down Causewayside