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Within the cabin lanterns glow
To keep the darkness in its place And there in front of fire he lies Soft amber warmth upon his face He built this cabin by a stream To live alone, away from man He traps and gardens for his food And from the stream there's gold to pan As shadows dance upon the walls And snow falls quietly in the night His aching heart can find no rest Another poem of her, he'll write One day while walking hand in hand A car did strike and kill his wife His precious love forever lost It stole the joy from his life That hearts can bear such agony A miracle to him it seems Each day and night alone in pain To only visit her in dreams They'd always planned to settle here And build a cabin such as this Together to live out their lives But of that hope they were to miss He rises and wipes fog from panes Through window views her lonely grave And whispers words of love to her Tells how he's trying to be brave When morning comes he'll take the poem Like all the rest that he did write With ribbons tie it to her cross Then speak to her 'til it is night |