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From: shortbusrider1108
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  • Withered be the flower

    Long past it's prime and bloom

    Forgotten on the stony bed

    This silent hillside tomb

    For coppered be the grip

    Of this wooded land

    A crude cold gauntlet

    Hides the boney hand

  • Tears once warmed the ground

    Torn out of eyes that could cry no more

    Compassion for the wind to take

    O doth pity the bastard poor

    A life of misery and hate

    Upon a chance a twist of fate

    The poison from the goblet ran

    Down the throat of her drunken man 

  • I like this song... thanks for uploading

  • @eldany76 just like?

    This is amazing!

  • @AncientStoryteller You right. hehe... This is one of these songs that I have listened again and again in certain moment that brings me many memories. The bass sounds really good.

  • Seeming I can get new inspirations... like the song very much... thanks for your upload and greetings

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