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If I could, but lay,
in the tall green grass,
where daisies breathe,
and butterflies dance,
Barefoot I'd be
with just you and me,
watching c..
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A faded curtain dances and waves,
from the wind as it does play,
making life from long ago,
seem still existent,
in this old southern home.
Bey..
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Backward among the dusky years,
pieces of life reminiscent do lay,
in a place longing to be remembered,
a place where many hearts do wish to stay.
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Faith, and endurance gave us the west, which sits gallantly among its people.
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