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An Old, But New Despair
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Brooding clouds languished low, and were consoling the hills,
where the sky rumbled softly, in reverie's call
By chance one small stumble, would shadow our moods
we found two shrouded headstones deep under the leaves
As the sky rumbled softly, in reverie's call
from a day blithe and buoyant, carefree and fun
we found two shrouded headstones deep under leaves
with names carved in granite in lone solitude
From a day blithe and buoyant, carefree and fun
I felt sudden anguish, arise from the past
with names carved in granite, in lone solitude
We resurrected despair, it was ours now to bear
I felt sudden anguish, arise from the graves
Who could they be, this mother and child?
We resurrected despair, it was ours now to bear
The sky rumbled softly, in reverie's call
Where the sky rumbled softly in reverie's call
Who could they be, this mother and child?
we found two shrouded headstones deep under leaves
Brooding clouds languished low, and were consoling the hills
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For Deb's Contest: "When the Going Gets Tough, The Tough Get Going"
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