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Down At Swan Lake

Down at Swan Lake Where the grass is overgrown And you swear there are bodies Buried deep beneath the dry earth That is where you’ll find me And I have been sitting here for far too long On a bridge made of bricks Dedicated to someone important And God only knows who Well, I ran away and ended up here Like I always do Alone My only companions are my own thoughts And the rustle of dead leaves in the howling wind

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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