The Dead Never Come Back
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Complete Sun, Jul 22, 201227m
I walked along a lonely road,
No soul to keep me fair.
The shallow beating of my heart
Near stopped in me for fear.
The whispering wind was haunting me
It's song my death bed cry
My solemn march a tribute be
To living as I die
We know the dead never come back...... but do they?
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