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Too Many Voices
Too Many Voicesby Michael DoyleThe mourning after is brought by its happy day.Maybe it amounts to the memory kept, and by the way.How do I keep you today, hoping for our tomorrow,Without my smile, sometimes slipping into sorrow.If I should … Continue reading
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