love won’t stop leaving. Come evening years, step outside door hear wi — Penelope Williamson

Penelope Williamson

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My love for you won't stop with my leaving. Come an evening over the years, when you step outside your door and hear the wind blowing through the cottonwoods, that'll be me, thinking of you, whispering your name, and loving you.

Penelope Williamson

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