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melancholy days have come
night was black and drear
the old west, the old time
you are my companion
softly now the light of day
the snow whispers about me
i have heard them in the night
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
i said
come down at dawn from windless hills
see i give myself to you
dear wife
and with the humming bird

 



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