When Soft Of Voice I Die
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James McLain
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When soft of voice i die
in wood you lay, he stays.
To play harps cord of grief
each note you play, i knew.
Bright 'Golden' ring,
you found around, i left.
One is held untill in love,
we meet in life again.
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