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THE OLD MAN
In the valley sits a rundown ranchhouse
Lost now in all it's splendor
Freezing winter gusts sweep through the cracks
Little shelter does it render
Outside in the snow stands a weary old man
Oblivious to the bitter cold
Taking stock of the land and what it had been
More precious than silver or gold
His thoughts now return to the woman's bedside
Where his wife of fifty years lay
A door opens and the doctor gestures
He knows she's slipping away
Quickly he ambles back in the old house
And sits down by her side
They relive all the memories shared in the past
What would he do if she died
The old man's heart now weighs heavy with grief
Life's treasure now lost forever
The pain of loss overtakes the old man
It's more than he can endeavor
Now alone life's toils seem such a burden
It's a price he cannot pay
From a desk he seeks a rusty revolver
He'll join his wife this day
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