So long I stood there in the wind
A cry was heard on high
From where were thoughts laid in my mind
Of a maid left to die
A cold, chill wind had froze my soul
Hard put was I to more
No other there to me console
Or my body remove
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 10:06 PM UTC
So long I stood there in the wind
A cry was heard on high
From where were thoughts laid in my mind
Of a maid left to die
A cold, chill wind had froze my soul
Hard put was I to more
No other there to me console
Or my body remove
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