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| Shedding of The Shroud What�s that noise I hear outside? Is it you my lonely child? Sweet of face and soft of heart I�ll be with you in a while. I see your footprint now as you walk upon my dreams. I promised you I�d meet you it�s been so long it seems. Hold on my dear I�ll be right there, my time is close don�t fear. I�ve practiced our reunion, though you�ve just been gone a year. I�ll bring our rings and reunite in the chapel in the clouds. Once more holding altered hands as we shed our shrouds. The Masked Writer <-.-> <_ _> � 2002 T Lovett |
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