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SOMEHOW EVERYTHING FROM MY SUITCASE HAS GOT SCATTERED ON THE ROAD
Somehow
everything from my suitcase
has got scattered on the
road
I
seem to know how it happened in
the back of my mind but a soft flaked shower of snow
Is falling
I thought I saw a swallow
Then remembered they flew south some months
ago
It's getting
dark I'll find a shelter
I can pick up the pieces
in the morning light
It shouldn't be far
if I keep my lamp burning
through
the night
Is
falling
I thought I saw a swallow
Then remembered they flew south some months ago
Then remembered they flew south some months ago
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