Ere This Breath Hath Gone
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Thy words spill in beauty wherefore must thy colors flee
in moments of peaceful grandeur hath not your eyes seen
my heart in rolling patter arising in a song to thee
while Autumn leaves scatter I fain search through misty rain
Thy words spill in beauty wherefore must thy colors flee..
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Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2012
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