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Voices so sweet were raised in song
how my heart still yearns, as I long
to travel back to those childhood days
and walk once more the country ways,
that faraway place where I belong.
Throughout the open fields, and along
the byways singing birds all throng
fly in and out the hedgerow Mays,
voices so sweet
Call of the wild wood now is strong
this aging soul cannot be wrong,
to see again all the blues and greys
bring shadows to the morning haze,
dawn chorus now raised in song.
Voices so sweet.
Poetry Survivor
Rondeau Trigger 3
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