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sunset silhouettesharp, the bare branches / inflicting a mortal wound / where they meet the sky,

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the old sod houseThe door is shaken awake by the lonely wind / Gently swinging to and fro, / Disturbing creatures still living within

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first frostFirst frost, / The bed grows cold / Without you.

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The ProdigalMy heart is yearning to follow the sun / Westward o'er a golden sea / Upon a raft made of my memories.

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