She had the color of dusk
on her bonny bright face
and her voice had a husk
with a sensuous trace....
...
Each day when sun rises at dawn
and on their perch the sparrows tweet
heavenly pearls roll down my lawn...
Each day when sun rises at dawn
...
One evening when the sun was low
I strolled down the road below
and deep in thoughts that had a flow
tried to recover the golden glow....
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There is an aim
I vie to achieve
there is a dream
I die to live...
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Much before spring
when the dry leaves fall
the bare brown branches
gave me a call....
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