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All must pass by hooded lane through hollow way and on that day when you rest on swimming plain Again, your tears shall wither away. A march day morning like a lamb timidly waltzing the waters face Slowly, gently her face so fair she stares, in her natural grace. A place of enchantment. Then on to pastures of blazing shade sweet aroma, petal cascade Over hidden dweller Over hidden grave Seekers of tranquil shall only remain. With sun and sky, with earth and I with warmth as deep as mind. Through hooded lane, alone again I will leave my rues behind. Now down to rest on beds of leafs, and down to rest a while. Whilst beneath the earth their minds lay still, and mystically, alone, they smile. A place of enchantment The end
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
Hooded way
All must pass by hooded lane through hollow way and on that day when you rest on swimming plain Again, your tears shall wither away. A march day morning like a lamb timidly waltzing the waters face Slowly, gently her face so fair she stares, in her natural grace. A place of enchantment. Then on to pastures of blazing shade sweet aroma, petal cascade Over hidden dweller Over hidden grave Seekers of tranquil shall only remain. With sun and sky, with earth and I with warmth as deep as mind. Through hooded lane, alone again I will leave my rues behind. Now down to rest on beds of leafs, and down to rest a while. Whilst beneath the earth their minds lay still, and mystically, alone, they smile. A place of enchantment The end
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Manchester
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
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