Carl Sandburg - Aztec

Carl Sandburg - Aztec

You came from the Aztecs br With a copper on your fore-arms br Tawnier than a sunset br Saying good-by to an even river. br br And I said, you remember, br Those fore-arms of yours br Were finer than bronzes br And you were glad. br br It was tears br And a path west br and a home-going br when I asked br Why there were scars of worn gold br Where a man’s ring was fixed once br On your third finger. br And I call you br To come back br before the days are longer.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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