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The wind blows in the birch tree Why do I think of widows at a funeral, faded and tired. The leaves too. soon they will fall another summer another year nearly over I cannot but help feeling as the leaves fall. I am a year older
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Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
In boreas veritas
The wind blows in the birch tree Why do I think of widows at a funeral, faded and tired. The leaves too. soon they will fall another summer another year nearly over I cannot but help feeling as the leaves fall. I am a year older
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Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
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