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Rh a red heart of memories Under the great gray rain sheds of the sky, Under the open sun and the yellow gloaming embers. Remember all paydays of lilacs and songbirds; All starlights of cool memories on storm paths. Out of this prairie rise the faces of dead men. They speak to me. I can not tell you what they say. Other faces rise on the prairie. They are the unborn. The future. Yesterday and to-morrow cross and mix on the skyline The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets. One waits. I don't care who you are, man: I know a woman is looking for you and her soul is a corn-tassel kissing a south-west wind.