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shadows on an empty wall
a big oak tree standing tall
submission strikes my in-humane stride
six foot down is where i lye
tangled brackons besmerch my place
invade my casket crawl over my face
my sprit lingers in the open air
lost forever i dont know where
the echos of your voice follow me down
to our place in the clearing beside the thames
moon beams and stars guide me to where you are
my love my life ..............................................
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