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a sad little mocking bird
trills a song for its mate
in the lone hours of mid night
on the wrought-iron gate
and the wind wails duets
with the ghosts in the trees
and they seem to be saying
that the bird it is me
as my memory wanders
to those days long ago
and I sigh as I wonder
at the winter and snow
summer flew promptly
in the blink of an eye
and youth goes just same
without chance for goodbye
Like love everlasting
frays quickly and ends
Only those good with needles
can make the amends
While I sigh as I wonder
at my age and the snow
while my memory wanders
to days long ago
a sad little mockingbird
sits on the gate
And it sings a sad song
for its lost little mate.
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