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she said
often i think of the beautiful town
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
i walk down the garden paths
gingham dog and the calico cat
just as my fingers on these keys
softly now the light of day
softly weeping
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
a look is but a ray
my son is dead and i am going blind

 



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