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You were like a gypsy



In your youth,



And you traveled to



The islands in the West,



And to Chicago,



And to New York,



And to New Orleans,



And for awhile



I think you tarried



In Another World







In the winter,



In the winter,



Go to Phoenix



In the winter.



Let nostalgia guide you



To sights you saw



And to sounds you heard



As you descended



To the Earth.







Repair to where



The records are



Of births and deaths,



And how two lovers wed.







     When did she die?



     She died in August,



     Long ago.