Like Wheat Bending
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James McLain
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Like wheat bending
row after row endlessly.
Sun high in the sky
golden tops silver in moonlight.
My love will not return to me.
Like wheat bending
white sand on the beach.
I loved once foolishly.
I sit in my room all alone.
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