The light meters are coming out,
but
something more than light is fading.
The bails come off, the nightwatchman
shakes your hand, certain in the
knowledge that there is a corner of
a foreign field that is forever Barnsley.
something more than light is fading.
The bails come off, the nightwatchman
shakes your hand, certain in the
knowledge that there is a corner of
a foreign field that is forever Barnsley.

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