Almost, nearly and well-nigh,
Alongshore, alongside, aloof to pride,
Alone, lonely-while lonesome I...
See alpenglow fill yon mountains high.
The swift years fill buckets with tears,
While your absence- my soft heart tears.
But afresh with Hope- I am- as Sol appears,
Alit with God's Glory aglow, as it nears.
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