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still thirteen years
just as my fingers on these keys
do you hear the rain?
over the river they beckon to me
some of the hurts you have cured
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
the meadow was creeping
i do not pray for peace
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
often i think of the beautiful town

 



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