Lorna
When tree limbs rub like crickets leg
They sing the song that speaks your name
Again and again: Lorna
When the wind will turn the door
In and and in out like an accordion playing
I hear the song that speaks your name
Again and again: Lorna
When evening turns from memory
To sleep and pillow of a weary brain
The echo of a hollow heart is: Lorna.
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