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The Return (Working Title)

The Return

Dearest moon watch o’er my tomb
Let not the words fade/wear away

For one day I shall return
To walk among men (once) again

Whitest snow through cold winds blow
Buffet against my stone

Branches sway on a dreary day
Foretelling my return

Tears that fall keep warm the ground
Let me forget my toil

My stirring soul after centuries old
Of slumber 'neath the soil
Written by Crestfallen_Still
Published | Edited 23rd Feb 2013
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