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Down to Meadows
The hands do slowly unwind
The final hour doth come
To unite the fires that burn inside
And bring forth to make me one
One at peace with the world
Damned be the shadows
Of the lost hopes unfurl
When they lay me down to meadows
The tall grass will intertwine
With mine own golden hair
And dirt shall feel the emptiness
Of a face, forever fair
No more shall light there be
For bleakness of eternal sleep
Will glow like desolate moons above
And bring continual peace to me
The final hour doth come
To unite the fires that burn inside
And bring forth to make me one
One at peace with the world
Damned be the shadows
Of the lost hopes unfurl
When they lay me down to meadows
The tall grass will intertwine
With mine own golden hair
And dirt shall feel the emptiness
Of a face, forever fair
No more shall light there be
For bleakness of eternal sleep
Will glow like desolate moons above
And bring continual peace to me
Published 2nd Apr 2017
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