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Snow laden rocks way out in the channel Surrounded by a terrible darkness Like great ghosts they come They come from troubled dreams to fetch me home And I shiver when touched By their cold unearthly presence.
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Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
Ghosts
Snow laden rocks way out in the channel Surrounded by a terrible darkness Like great ghosts they come They come from troubled dreams to fetch me home And I shiver when touched By their cold unearthly presence.
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62/M/Ireland
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
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