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Jul 2020
A thrill
The chill
Crawls up my back
The breeze
In the trees
Makes me jump
The fright
Of the night
Scares us to death
Oh shame
Above our name
When we run for the gate
We talk
As we walk
Away from the old graveyard
Written by
Andrew James Shepherd  Burnage
(Burnage)   
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