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Jul 2015
I am getting old, my bones need some rest, I can't walk for too long,
I can't go too far, for my time may soon come,
I wish I could follow, come along, but you are young, and soon my time will come,
Hush now, sweet child, carry on, as my time has finally come.
Storm Raven
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Storm Raven  The Netherlands
(The Netherlands)   
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