Since, 'You' Went Away;
Neath the trees and green grass.
She has come to grow in ways,
and looking down, you know.
Where do I go, off away to look.
Rainbows and each color, how
they blend,
and warm her eye now burns.
Too whom and what some other she.
I know where not too turn.
The creek has grown into a stream.
And when I look into each hand.
Both are now so full.
Too whom and what some other she.
That stream is now a roaring river,
and deep one gorge,
Your passion grows as mine, I daily see.
Since, 'You' Went Away.
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