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Necropolis

Bathed in moonlight
Kissed by mist
A city of night
With stones that list

Granite and graves
I call this peace
My lover waves
My troubles cease

Cold hand in mine
We make our way
'Neath stars that shine
And dread the day.
Written by crowfly
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