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romantic poem

a mist was driving down
she might have known it in the earlier spring
my sorrow, when she's here with me
i stand in the cold gray weather
night is dark, and the winter winds
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
softly now the light of day
where shall i find you

 



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