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    Here is a poem
    That my lady sent down
    Some morning while
    I was away.
    Wrote on the back of
    A leaf that she found
    Somewhere around monterey.

    And here is the key
    To a house far away
    Where I used to live
    As a child.
    They tore down the building
    When I moved away
    And left the key unreconciled.

    And down in the canyon
    The smoke starts to rise.
    It rides on the wind
    Till it reaches your eyes.
    When faced with the past
    The strongest man cries...cries.

    And down in the canyon
    The smoke starts to rise.
    It rides on the wind
    Till it reaches your eyes.
    When faced with the past
    The strongest man cries...cries.

    And here is a sunrise
    To set on your sill.
    The ghosts of the dawn
    Moving near.
    They pass through your sorrow
    And leave you quite still...
    Sitting among souvenirs.

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