Poem by Mary Hobson

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I used to be afraid of death.
Oh happy, happy fear,
when I had everything to lose
and all my love was here.

I’ve only lost a part of it.
There’s plenty more to take.
But I must part with all of it
before I lose this ache.

1. The Counsellors
2. Snow in Zaraisk
3. Waterloo Station
4. Laundry Blues
5. Now I will always know that you died

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