Cristael's Recital October 1984
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 When the light of my song is o'er,
Take my harp to your ancient hall,
Hang it up at that friendly door
Where weary travellers love to call
Then if some bard, who roams forsaken,
Revive its soft notes in passing along,
Oh let one thought of the master waken
Your warmest smile for this child of song.
Anonymous
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