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The Double Life

This double life of conversation
Is a wild fields racer
Gee—gee with year's imagination
Well known heart of nature

Amusing sound of guitar
Brings bask old—fashioned happiness
Sometimes the roads trend apart
But, Wings will race the flight ones

The flight is purl of strings
And storm of all the rainbows
Like echo of the mountain
And bunch of flowers main

Not touched with arms
But only by soul,
With soul
By double soul.