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Ashokan Farewell

You reach into my heart

And pull at the strings

Draw out the sadness of the past

And other things;



You take me back to the green hills

When time we didn't need to save

A peaceful Sunday evening

When we stood at Rob Roy's grave;



The stillness of the air

On that evening long ago

Are caught in the haunting sounds

From your fiddle and bow.
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