LONELY NIGHTS Against the old oak I cling my cheek to hear a lost voice inside; The voice of a lost friend, the voice of my lost father and mother, the voice of lost love. And in this lonely night the voices inside the old oak are quiet and inaudible, as if dying along with…

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