Rowyn (rowyn) wrote,

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A song for John Harcourt

I stood in this sunsheltered place
'Til I could see the face behind the face
All that had gone before had left no trace
Down by the railway siding
In our secret world, we were colliding
All the places we were hiding love
What was it we were thinking of?

--Peter Gabriel, "Secret World"

As is usual with applying songs outside their original context, it's never quite the right fit. But I was just listening to it, and it resonates with me. Sweet and sorrowful, with, just maybe, a little sliver of hope.

What was it we were thinking of?
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