But leave I did, and I held back the tears till I got to the gorgeous Liver Building on my way to a new life, and then I looked up and asked the Liver Birds to keep an eye on those I was leaving behind. They probably did their best, but 40 years is a long time to keep up with one family when there are so many to look after in Liverpool and over the water, so I'll let them off the odd slip. But what a pleasure to return to the Liver Building and its mysterious birds to find them still watching out for the city, and to feel again the thrilling sense of beauty, purpose and continuity that this building represents. I had a lump in my throat the size of Wallasey as it loomed into sight, and would you believe that both Birds gave me the eye as I walked up and down. Perhaps they were wondering where I'd been all these years? The Liver Building is unmissable: it's not only world class architecture, but it's also the place where those of us who've wandered too far can once again be part of the beating heart of Liverpool. It induces emotions like no other building I know but at least half a dozen people offered me tissues and a shoulder to cry on. The Liver Birds were too busy looking after Liverpool to notice.
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