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Radio Record, Volume V, Issue 25, 31 December 1931, Unnumbered Page

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You ask me, dear, to sing a song for you, But where is muse to voice my thoughts so true Of one who skyward soars as bird on wing, Too high above to hear the song I'd sing? Vet, though I cannot reach you ’midst the spheres, Still melodies of night rise to your ears, And soft winds sigh the age-old song of Sd «o o These, and my silence, dearest, speak for me.

W.H.

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