Caledon

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caledon-morning

Two moons do lie off Caledon,
hung from a yellow sky.
The wind blows cold down the Insit vale,
where the Yolon flows swift by.

Two lovers dwell in Caledon,
on Yolon’s banks, on either side,
and they will never ever meet,
for the Yolon is too wide.

Two lovers dwell in Caledon,
and gaze upon the tide,
and cast their hearts into the mist,
in hopes to touch the other side.

Two lovers dwell in Caledon,
two lonely bells that cannot ring,
as they listen, never hearing,
the love songs others sing.

Two lovers dwell in Caledon,
where beneath a yellow sky,
they will never ever meet,
and the Yolon flows on by.

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