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lost love poem

high-born race
all within and all without me
the old west, the old time
i walk down the garden paths
i heard the wind all day
what was it the engines said
do not turn your head
within my hand i hold
and breaketh bread no more
when the wind works against us in the dark
dear wife
i am singing to you
uplifting, as the wind blew

 



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