Dear friends I see you all too seldom
I stretch myself to hope
That someday soon 'round the fire we'll sit
Share our worries and our jokes
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Off by yourself in
A wood all alone.
No one to mourn,
Cry over your bones.
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My daughter runs to the tune of a horse,
Gallop the rhythm of her soul.
Rhythm that plays from coastal shores where
Current shapes the shoals.
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