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O' how I miss and mourn for mother's voice
That swiftly passed like Autumn's southern breeze...
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seven geese swim seven skies
across the wetlands, marsh, and tides...
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Holidays were
always coarse...
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Dancing away the sorrow of separation
Engaged in a battle of what ifs and what not...
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I wish the world
was not so cold...
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Little boy on the snow filled street
giving a smile to all you meet...
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It is not the heart
that suffers most...
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Anxiously, I sit against the
wall of a 90-year-old theatre...
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I was carried away
with a flush of emotions...
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And as I slip, sliding down this distant path
I still hear the voices, the tin pot radio...
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Eyes flicker as anxiety
climbs the walls...
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As I strode out one Summer's night
I saw a man in sordid plight...