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Oct 2015
The stain of tears
Hidden in her russet locks
As she drifted away from
Her destiny

All behind in sorry
No blame of yet to come
A love so now departed
It is the lady's song

Come to me my lonely
Swim the wanton shore
Hold my hand my darling
For you
My evermore
andy fardell
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andy fardell
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