At the Weeping Well

At The Weeping Well
   At the Weeping Well,
  When time stood still,
   I heard a sound,
  And turned around,
   You were standing there,
  A stone in your hand,
   Then your eyes opened,
  And i fell in,
   When i awoke 
  You were gone,
   And the stone on the ground.
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