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The Songs I Had

The songs I had are withered
Or vanished clean,
Yet there are bright tracks
Where I have been,

And there grow flowers
For other's delight.
Think well, O singer,
Soon comes night.

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  • June 8, 2007
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    Thank Ivor

    From guest Paul (contact)
    My favourite poem.