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The loves our past
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| The loves of our past Are like statues Standing cold and grey On a bright summer's morn Still Standing On Paths We have long since outworn Their eyes stare forward As if they would know The Places We've been And those places We'll go But sightless They remain And sightless They'll stay If we just stop Looking And walk Softly Away |
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Written By: Harry A. Smith
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E-mail: haasmith@nettally.com:
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Submitted:February 23, 2000
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