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May 2016
Leaves glide slowly into the air then fall
Onto the smooth stone steps of the market place
In this quiet little corner of the world
Where everyone knows your face
This is the town, my town
My parents encourage realism
In this complex town they built
Sheltering me from the lurid past
And the blood that has been spilt
This is the town, my town
We still believe in Angels and Fairies
But talk of the past is forbidden
They say somethings are best forgotten
The more I ask the more
gets hidden
This is the town, my town
Did my ancestors and parents do something evil
Has conspiracy rotted away their soul
One day I will find out the truth
Who's life and memories have they stole
In this town, my town
Written by
Andrew James Shepherd  Burnage
(Burnage)   
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