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Unsung Evening Songs Evening Songs we hardly sang, Are no longer with me now. The rhythms have lost their way among the The Silences I Sleep With, and the subtle melody has sold its distinction for a pocket full of memories. This I remember as we lay there in the wet sweat of our slavery; There was an Evening Song left unsung, tapping outside our rain-soaked window. |
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