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Worn Stones MAG

By Anonymous

   A cemetery so old and gray,

Holds hopes and dreams

long washed away,

Its past, lost beneath the depths,

Remembered in the hearts that wept,

The dates are worn by ice and snow,

People, we shall never know,

The treasures which are held within,

Forgotten laughter and unknown sin.





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