The Spring is collecting <\/i><\/p>\n
Yellow pieces <\/i><\/p>\n
Yellow pieces <\/i><\/p>\n
The Spring is collecting <\/i><\/p>\n
Yellow pieces <\/i><\/p>\n
Yellow pieces <\/i><\/p>\n
I had a song in my head<\/p>\n
I could not identify the tune<\/p>\n
That morning when walking towards the railway station<\/p>\n
I found a rabbit in a distressed state<\/p>\n
The creature was confused but was not alarmed by the passing travellers<\/p>\n
I suspected that it was suffering from Myxomatosis<\/p>\n
Like others I passed on the opposite side of the road<\/p>\n
I thought of the rabbit during my lecture that morning<\/p>\n
An unnamed councillor of Edwin\u2019s had arrived early<\/p>\n
What shall I do if I have a tune in my head
\n<\/i><\/p>\n
Without the original words<\/em><\/p>\n There is not much you can do <\/i><\/p>\n One day you will identify the tune <\/i><\/p>\n The councillor started his lecture<\/p>\n My words suggest only too tragically the pagan longing for something more certain more fitting by which to measure the human aspiration and hope <\/i><\/p>\n Our time on earth is but short when counted against the fuller years <\/i><\/p>\n Time is unknown before our birth and time is unknown after we die <\/i><\/p>\n I was thinking of the rabbit<\/p>\n What was its conception of its own mortality?<\/p>\n Was it indeed now dead?<\/p>\n Should I have picked it up and placed it in the long grass?<\/p>\n A fox had probably ended its life<\/p>\n Was the fox aware that it was ending a life as it bit the rabbit\u2019s throat?<\/p>\n Was the fox aware that the animal was diseased?<\/p>\n I was one sitting at a banquet with your ealdormen and thanes <\/i><\/p>\n It was winter and the weather was harsh <\/i><\/p>\n But the hall was warm and there were fires burning <\/i><\/p>\n I was drinking a fine wine when I noticed a sparrow flying through the hall <\/i><\/p>\n It came in by one door and left by the other <\/i><\/p>\n During its time in the hall it was not touched by the bitter weather outside and experienced moments of quiet and warmth and love\u00a0 <\/i><\/p>\n But as it had entered it soon left <\/i><\/p>\n It returned the cold as it had left the cold <\/i><\/p>\n I felt that God had spoken to me that day <\/i><\/p>\n So mortal life seems to be but a short interval <\/i><\/p>\n A summer between two winters <\/i><\/p>\n The sparrow experienced a short rest <\/i><\/p>\n The sparrow experienced life if you will <\/i><\/p>\n This teaching brought me a greater certainty <\/i><\/p>\n If seems fitting that I share this with you here today <\/i><\/p>\n I looked around the lecture theatre<\/p>\n There were no small birds flying between the doors<\/p>\n I looked up at the window that faced me<\/p>\n A rabbit possibly the rabbit I had seen was playing with a Dixie Band<\/p>\n Jazz Jazz Jazz<\/em><\/p>\n I whispered to the student next to me<\/p>\n Do you like Jazz?<\/i><\/p>\n The boy did not answer me as he was profoundly deaf<\/p>\n The rabbits were wearing red waistcoats<\/p>\n The weather was harsh<\/p>\n But their music was light<\/p>\n I tapped my foot to its beat<\/p>\n And then remembered my music<\/p>\n The tune that I had forgotten<\/p>\n The Spring is collecting<\/i><\/p>\n Yellow pieces <\/i><\/p>\n Yellow pieces <\/i><\/p>\n The Spring is collecting <\/i><\/p>\n Yellow pieces <\/i><\/p>\n Life just ceases <\/i><\/p>\n Life just ceases <\/i><\/p>\n The rabbit\u2019s music had stopped<\/p>\n The whole of the Dixie Band were looking at me<\/p>\n As was the councillor<\/p>\n You have identified the tune <\/i><\/p>\n No I still have little idea of the original song <\/i><\/p>\n A sparrow flew across the lecture theatre<\/p>\n See the Robin <\/i><\/p>\n It is enjoying its short life <\/i><\/p>\n Just like a Mayfly <\/i><\/p>\n It perched in front of me and spoke quietly<\/p>\n During the day of the dreams <\/i><\/p>\n You will be severed from your maker<\/i><\/p>\n For a week and a day <\/i><\/p>\n Take care of your bright treasures <\/i><\/p>\n For they contain the souls of the righteous <\/i><\/p>\n The fiends have already been sent to their destruction <\/i><\/p>\n Do not worry Superman <\/i><\/p>\n For your exile will be swathed in love <\/i><\/p>\n No sorrows will befall you <\/i><\/p>\n Youth is without age <\/i><\/p>\n But I have no need to tell you that <\/i><\/p>\n You have been aware of that since your days in the crib <\/i><\/p>\n The small bird flew away and vanished through the far door<\/p>\n The Dixie Band started playing again<\/p>\n After thanking the councillor I left the campus<\/p>\n I found the rabbit dead near where I had seen it previously<\/p>\n It had been savaged by a fox<\/p>\n Which also lay dead<\/p>\n Not far away<\/p>\n It 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