Your caressing fingers my hair soothing coaxingly me to sleep
My memory must give you pain
Forgotten like an old tale
Drowning I"d hear your voice
Caling me from the shore--
she had gone to appa"s room on her instructions to do the dusting, when she happened to glance at the writing table , the couplet made her clench her fist tightly on the edge of the table
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