Some stir was there, why is silence now so still?
Why has the noise turned to silence on every hill?
Who has left, why are these lanes so lonely today?
Why is there sadness, and why has joy slipped away?
Has he found a new home and will not come again?
Then why does his memory return, like gentle rain?
Hold your heart, 'Gieet', and find your own way within,
Why think of those who walked away, when you can begin?
8.12pm 19 Aug 1026
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