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As one when the month is young sees a new moon

Fading into daytime, again it is her face

At the dormer window, her hurt still new.

My look behind me hurried as I unlock,

Switch on, rev up, pull out and drive away

In the car she'll not have taken her eyes off,

The brakelights flicker-flushing at the corner

Like red lamps swung by RUC patrols

In the small hours on pre-Troubles roads

After dances, after our holdings on

And holdings back, the necking

And nay-saying age of impurity.

from Route 110

Seamus Heaney

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