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Aug 2012
Embalm my soul if you can,
So that the world may keep preserved,
The inner-workings of a troubled man,
Who suffered as much as he deserved,
For I struggled and fell,
Sometimes I soared up high,
As they ring my last bell,
Keep my soul from learning to fly,
Embalm my soul if you can,
So that the world may comprehend,
The inner-sadness of a broken man,
Who suffered for those who can’t defend.
written in 2009
Simon Clark
Written by
Simon Clark
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