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Oct 2014
On silver wings
She flew
She flew
And left me all alone

To wander on
Anon
Anon
And there her feet will roam

Until the day
Is done
Is done
When evening starts to gloam

And silver wings
Will fly
Will fly
To bring her safely home
For my beautiful wife, away on a conference for a few days

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First published 9th October 2014, 21:45 AEST.
Tryst
Written by
Tryst  Tasmania
(Tasmania)   
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