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Mar 2010
1 saw a black horse with a ******* plume
pulling a carriage heading for a tomb
i saw the casket through the glass
and said a prayer as it went pass
people crying all around.
heading for the burial ground
the horse stood still and bowed his head
as if he new someone was dead.
the carriage had a big gold crest
with flowers inside next to the chest
i stood and watched filled up inside
that someones life had been denied
we just dont know who is next
there is no message or a text
we carry on day by day
until our call to go away.
Written by
william worthless
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