Fifty years and fading …
Rose drops leave the scene
Thankful for the memories
Enlightenment serene
Music for the breath step
Engaging loves pure face
Feeling deep the tides of old
Yesteryears embrace
God bless the troubadour aside
Departing in sweet bliss
Relaxing brightness of the stage
The whitened bird who healed
And left behind her wooing song
For soft hay in the fields


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