The Meadows Of My Mind
H Heather Burns
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As you wander in the meadows
sometimes I see you there
Strolling up a shady lane
gentle breezes in your hair
Then sometimes in the meadows
running to and fro
gathering beautiful flowers
laughing as you go
I asked you in the meadows
stay and we will find
Roses in the meadows
in the meadows of my mind.
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