Where have you gone my love? Where do you hide? In the distant battel to be won, will you come? At my porch , sitting on a hill, my bait ,poison by my side. I look away..Their You are walking up to me,life and death colied,I choose you to abide, My life was sitting on that hill, as you bend down and gingerly touch my cold cheek, we fly through my past . and i am dead.
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