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16265	Riley, James Whitcomb	Riley Songs of Home			.txt	text/plain	12505	1440	100	The touch of loving hands on brow and hair-With dreams--not tear-drops--brimming our clenched eyes,-"I'm home again, my dear old Room, Fold round me like the arms of love, And to-day as I dream, with both eyes wide-awake, My dear old friends--It jes beats all, And jes smile on ye like the sun It's all so good-old-fashioned like Sich folks, you know, I jes love so The time jes melts like a late, last snow,-Of good old days returned.-The old days of Morning, And the tears, like the rain of morning, You know we talked about the times when that old road was new: The same old dreams of our boyhood's days The old ghosts romp through the best days dead! Like that of the old guitar! Liked to hear him that-a-way, And loved, long 'fore my dancin'-days wuz over!-Jes like afore my dancin' days wuz over!	./cache/16265.txt	./txt/16265.txt