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Jun 2014
She sat alone
At here souls feat
Only the light of a candle
Lead it not away
For it was quite
And peaceful
A melody of stones
That she jingled
One here one there
All filled of stone
As she bid away her soul
In place of the grey stone
That mocked the name
As she sang
Into unto the the water
Turbulent below
Yet silent and peaceful within
Etched upon the melody
As she rocked to and fro
The graceful move
Her body make
When standing ten feet deep
To a beat
That sang
Who's afraid of Virginia Wolfe
Virginia Wolfe Virginia Wolfe
Who's afraid the last lone wolf
The one that only dies
And I sang
Until the gates of gray
Shine in the light
In which they
Open
Readding  some not all
I never make a copy if them
I guess I should
I think I have like ten I've kept
Quein sabe
SPT
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