November 4, 2011
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Across this riverbed
Calm,her touch
The willow tree, now dead
Forever, she did wait

Her lips bloodred,
I was a pawn of her love
She did remind me of a dove
On this murky forest, by the river

She holds, just one quiver
She used it on my heart
On this riverbed
I lay in wait,for my love

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