Sunday Sunset by Don Bouchard

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Is the death of hope
The dying sigh Of freedom
Dying weekends
Expire in twilight
No one to speak My name to say
Everything will be
Okay.

Written by

Don Bouchard 65/M/Minnesota

(65/M/Minnesota)

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