Can you bear its sad allure?
Does it make you want to cry?
It’s an agony so pure
I won’t brush it from my eye
Like the weeping of a breeze
In a mournful lullaby
As it stirs the slumbering trees
Small beneath the hollow sky
Does it wash across your soul?
Does it make you want to cry?
As you hear it’s echo roll
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
J~
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!