Old swallows new

Old swallows new. How many train trips through grey skies leaden like living at the bottom of the sea, how many business meetings with detailed agendas and suits did it take to banish the memory of gentle nights, stars like crystal in the sheer blackness of a town which still turned off its street lights at midnight? Where did all the adventures go?

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