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Aug 2012
just there outside they are waiting
waiting for that finger
to point there way
just oust side the circle
with you and me my dear friends

they are looking over
with there lip made of stone
just out side they are waiting
just out side our circle

if you go for it
remember me my dear friend
for they will take you
and a just  your mind
remember what we had

just there outside they are waiting
waiting for that finger
to point there way
just oust side the circle
with you and me my dear friends

no she must not be your bride
for you will no longer live
in this circle
for you will no longer
be like me

at that he did part
and to this day
never seen him again
but i wish him well
the man who will get a broken heart.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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