Is it this one:
The Children of Aberfan
And now they will go wandering
Away from coal black earth,
The clean white children,
holy as the Easter rose,
Away from the empty sludge-filled desks,
Away from the imprisoned spring
that opened its mouth
To breathe air
and moved a black mountain to find it.
So,
Away they shall go - the children,
wandering - wondering
more loved
more wanted
than ever.
I don't burn coal any more.
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