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Jan 2019
by the sea,
where
the
wind blows free
we
laid still before
the
eyes of the lord
and
that
enchanted moment
we
tasted victory
as the golden sun
elevated to
the
highest point
with
its
Cromwell's eyes
that
burst into
medieval tears
Written by
Stu Harley
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