Her Perfume On A Pillow Fades
U Uriah Hamilton
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Cold rain
On an autumn morning,
I was alone by railroad tracks;
I smiled and wept
In the damp, lonely fog.
When I can’t remember
Your perfume
Or the bed where we slept,
I’ll probably be in a coffin
With nothing left to forget.
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