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grandma poem

i cannot always feel his greatness
long ago, in the young moonlight
gaily through the fields we danced
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
and my name is truthful
often i think of the beautiful town
never in all my life
desolate and lone
backward, turn backward

 



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