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Mourners |
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Meagre trees in the shrouds |
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as olde as the stones.... |
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Mourners of abandond love |
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fornever their woes shall grow silent |
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Oh how many times may the moon has shone - |
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reflected in these black lakes? |
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Should it be that we can hear |
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the woes of those who ceased their lifes? |
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Oh so old they are... |
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they bare the neverending grief... |
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Age old miserability |
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Ancient bitter beauty |
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Lost is the hope of those |
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who walk the moors with pain in heart |
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..and all joy it sinks |
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burried deep forever presumed dead |
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O so old they are... |
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they bare the neverending grief... |
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Age old miserability |
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a bitter beauty thrilling me |
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