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It was a quiet day 

When I had to leave you 
 
Bluest sky o'er a golden world
Sharp and crisp were the echoes heard
The turning leaves danced
In the company of the pines 
Remembering the sun for colder nights 
 
A gentle breeze is comforting
A frightened heart that was wondering
I did not want to leave you 
Or our daughters 
This quiet day 
 
Each hour closer to an unknown horizon
A fleeting tide fears winter is coming 
A sad,
Long,
Lonely winter lacking color
 
Whose shorter days see less heartache 
As mine is hidden from your gaze
Like a river 
Lost 
In a canyon, whispering quietly
 
The cold and empty story 
Of his life and how he did not want to leave. 
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