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Oct 2010
Slowly i am walking myself to the place we used to go
The memories suddenly attack me like a foe
I know these trees, i know this river. I feel the earth beneath my trembling feet.
I smell the air wrapping its ancient melody around me so sweet.

I have been to many places
I have seen so many faces
From town to town i have roamed
Even a greenfinch remembers to fly back home

In my Father's dwelling i lay my body
My life is just another parody

By this river i look at my own reflection
I see a man telling me his stories and affection.
A long time ago, when i was a young man, i found love.
A love for me to always be proud of

Before this earth i feel so young
I know some songs will always remain unsung
But i had sung to you all the songs of my youth
Those days when your pain i soothed

My days are slowly numbered
i hold the emptiness right next to me gently, my love, i do not want to disturb your slumber.
I am not really walking all by myself i know
I can feel your warm breath on my skin like a far away row.
Galman Frederick Ferguson
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