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I went back Back to yesterday To the lofty airport halls Where still a kind of pall Is left hanging over it all Not of smoke but of gloom With each left to his own Preparing to be flown By some aircrew unknown On composite wings
Eyes are glazed Gazes fixed ahead Or staring up at the screens Some scanning the magazines Or tickets at Check-in machines In the departure lounge Even the kids look bored Some rush around ignored All impatient to board No thrills, a few spills On the move Moving on or off To holidays in the sun A marathon to run Some business to get done No matter what it is Time to slow down the pace Hang on to your suitcase Assume your passport face And fill in the forms
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