These fields of old, these shores of despair
forgotten dreams of ladies fair
waiting here for men in armored ships
to feel their kiss again on saddened lips
the weariness comes in waves
with remembrance of those days
of watching for the soldiered men
hoping for their sight again
sands of dreams for time gone by
makes for an empty lullaby.
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The Bag Lady 
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