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I was nearly asleep and I
Could hear laughter and the
Sound of glasses and there was
Music that was low and it
Was far away. Sometimes my
Eyes nearly closed, it seemed
As if everything was lifting up
And away from me, at the
Window the trees were running
Away in the wind and it all
Faded in the music like when
You wake and don't remember.
I could hear my father's voice
By how deep it was and by
His laugh and somehow I felt
As if he was leaving, and then
I heard his voice as it was
All speeding away from me and
It said Don't be long now son