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She wanders the moor in darkness of night Safe from view, out of sight Love and life were cruel somehow A frown upon her pretty brow. Not to be hurt again, this lass A word never spoke, while she does pass Eyes of black and darkness stare Time past, she is not aware. Happy times, long since gone by In the moor, she hears them cry Waiting for their return home Life in black was all she's shown. A cruel blow has touched her being Her lifetime and more, of greiving In life she waits for death to close Meanwhile, she's indisposed. Lyn - Aug 27, 2003© |
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