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Memories Harps by Janet Martin I hear the solemn notes float by, They fill me with melancholy I shed a sentimental tear As I recall a by-gone year The music plays so slow and sweet, Then falls in silence at my feet, It fills me with sweet-bitter pain For I cannot go there again As years keep trickling slowly by 'Neath summer sun or star-lit sky, I gaze on pastures where I played Among the blooms of yesterday As present sonnets fade away To tune the harps of yesterday Lord, help sound each note with care For soon it will be playing there |
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