| Craig (1950) |
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| Ruffling of many seasons puffed our hairs fading memory of faces, locking up in the bottom of mind buried reminiscences. Blind climbing and steep rush on the stairs of life dampened each image hurrying to the course,to find our end in the sky of destiny. Evening stopped your steps by a bullet on banks fragrant of mildew. Calling me at your side from the deep through the dumb rain could'nt rush at your help but to pray and regret for you,unforgettable friend. Please,if you can, stay near to my sleep |
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