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with the meek, brown eyes
little gate was reached at last
like eagles on up high
do the boys and girls still go
in your arms was still delight
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
there by the window in the old house
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
the air is full of dawn and spring
quietly, with reverance, in awe
up from the south at break of day


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