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Tuesday, 30 August 2016

Archipelago

He reads the words he wrote before
He cannot weep, he knows no more

The sun it rises, the day it dawns
So few surprises, in days of scorn

He treads those boards he trod before
He cannot keep on, he shows up no more

The clouds they cover, the cold it sets
There is no lover, it is for the love we bet

He leads the life he prized before
He cannot creep, he sorrows no more



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