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in the cold of winter and dark of night came a man upon a horse his clothes were tattered, his face well worn his eyes filled with remorse the sound of his voice strangely comforting eerie just the same the shape of his face so familiar but forgotten was his name i knew him many years ago fifteen to be exact said he'd leave and never return and now he's come on back i helped him down and brought him in and lay him on my bed tears in his eyes his voice so weak this is what he said i knew you many years ago fifteen to be exact said i'd leave and never return but now i've come on back i've traveled long i'm tired and torn but on my dying bed two bags of gold is all i have to give you i'm afraid and just one wish before i die just one wish for me bury me beside your mom my love she'll always be i knew him many years ago fifteen to be exact said he'd leave and never return and now he's finally back and with his gold i buried him but a thousand miles apart from the one he loved many years ago who died of a broken heart
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
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in the cold of winter and dark of night came a man upon a horse his clothes were tattered, his face well worn his eyes filled with remorse the sound of his voice strangely comforting eerie just the same the shape of his face so familiar but forgotten was his name i knew him many years ago fifteen to be exact said he'd leave and never return and now he's come on back i helped him down and brought him in and lay him on my bed tears in his eyes his voice so weak this is what he said i knew you many years ago fifteen to be exact said i'd leave and never return but now i've come on back i've traveled long i'm tired and torn but on my dying bed two bags of gold is all i have to give you i'm afraid and just one wish before i die just one wish for me bury me beside your mom my love she'll always be i knew him many years ago fifteen to be exact said he'd leave and never return and now he's finally back and with his gold i buried him but a thousand miles apart from the one he loved many years ago who died of a broken heart
my brother wrote this as a kid
laurie-slattery
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new york city
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
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