Veranda Understanding

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What have we lost…?

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I’ll tell you what we have lost

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We’ve lost the Veranda

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​Public space

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Private soul view

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​Our partaking

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​Across the soft growth of Spring

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​So longed for

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​And here, just here

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​Flowering again

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In a surprise silence

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Spotting enmeshed hearts

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Minds soothed

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Once locked

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​Now

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​All is somewhat clearer

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​Whilst surveying history

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​Greenbank

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Greenery

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Our history

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​My father and I had some unfinished business

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​So he took me there

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​Away, but close

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​A chance to converge the measure of experience

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​With the madness of study

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​Like a shaded magic

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​Conjuring long overdue balance

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​In our world of short delights

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​Of such deafening corrupted noise

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​To stare out on afternoons

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That kept evenings at hand

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​He took me there

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​To bestow on me friendship again

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​In books and in bloom

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​In depth

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And standing for a rounded

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Cheerier knowledge

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Among the park grass

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​A still expanse on our understanding

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​Away from the restless

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A 'Yes' to Learning

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​To Light

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​To Love

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​For as we contemplate all that we have lost

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​The Veranda

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The people of wonder

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​Yesterday

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​There is this…

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This

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​That today I woke

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​And again I have the keys

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