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Feb 2015
Yesterday's gold
is so cold
til I slip it upon
my finger again

Then it burns
again so hot
I can't stop but
recall it all

And what it
meant to me
That's when I stop
and put the ring away

These days are
winter white
And far , far , too far
to say

Yesterday's gold
seems so cold
and it's best
kept that way
South by Southwest
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South by Southwest  Trussville , Alabama
(Trussville , Alabama)   
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