THE LONELY SOUL BY R.E.G. ARMATTOE

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I met an old woman
Talking to herself
Down a lonely road.
Talking to herself,
Laughing all the time,
Talking to herself
Down a country road.
Child you cannot know
Why folks talk alone.
If the road be long                                                                                                                       
And travelers none,
A man talks to himself
If showers of sorrows
Fall down like arrows
The lone wayfarer
May talk by himself.
So an old woman
On lone country roads,
Laughing all the time,
May babble to herself
To keep the tears away.
Woman you are sad!
’Tis the same with me




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