The Last of the Fruit on the Vine

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by: Peter Johnson
uploaded: 02/04/2018
Now the seasons have passed and I've seen the last of your face sunk back to this lonesome space Bleak days bring a chill And it breaks my will to survive Memory's curses keep my alive She sailed o'er the stormy seas to a land where the sun won't shine But I'll keep her poor heart safe with me and remember that it one was mine Now the winter has taken my love far away Perhaps I'll forget in time But a part of her always lingers Like the last of the fruit on the vine (With thanks to Cassidy Joy for stanza 3)  
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