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The feeling swept my being Avoice said that it was time For one who had meant so much Whispered a farewell on a cold night Only silence gripped words meant to say Finding nothing to whisper back Till night went away, such be God's will Into the light Under this old oak finds January wind Silent tears to thoughts Of a farewell In silence

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