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Mar 2016
This song I know
This song of old
It plucks at the cords of my memories
Such sweet sad melodies
Through my mind it dances and strums
To these tunes I always succumb
With a melancholy sway
I relive my yesterday
When the sun still had some rays
When I could still see the way
The moment sweeps over me
With every note of that melody
Way to quickly it's gone
With the last beat of the song
Sadly back to my reality
In all of it's depravity
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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