I Have Seen Her Come and Go
I Have Seen Her Come and Go
I have seen her come and go,
and as she smiles, when she is at her low,
an outgoing girl, whose head is draped in
a vale of black;
and I see her wave farewell, farewell
to me, my love, and then again
I see her come and go,
with her dear sweet head hung low.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2014
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