May 29, 2002
Song to Nini
And all my hurts hurt more
And all my tears fall faster,
I am running like the wind
But sorrow follows after.
I long to hear your little song
And faint and far your laughter,
And I am running like the wind
But you are fleet and faster.
But memories can catch and cling
And they are true and tender,
And I am calling as I run
Remember, oh, remember!
Dee