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Been slipping down memory lane,
and going back one always goes alone.
What was sunny is now all rain.
Winter is here and the birds have flown.

For me there is no going south
when my sweet love takes on angel's wings.
I'll be forever in a drought,
worldly possessions just meaningless things.

Won't need any shelter from the storm.
Let me stand naked before all the scorn.
Without my love there is no keeping warm.
I'll just be wishing I was never born.


M.K.
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