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From A Rocking Chair

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Home is where my inkwell stood
on the promenade of my desk
with its echoes of the past
and dark roses in her hair
of memories we shared
so silently from a rocking chair

So silently, would you be there?
if I closed my eyes in dreams
as the dawn awakes with a song
from heaven's blue sky
in the dew of the mist
and rainbows of love

With its echoes of the past
and perfume in the breeze
a brocade in everlasting woods
of memories we shared
and frankincense of a kiss
so silently from a rocking chair

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