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Stonehenge
Hard as rock Solid as stone Laying in a pile Maybe not so sound, but quite alone I visit you for comfort I look to you for release You may just be a mound of granite But you're my only peace In a life where I don't matter I'm just one among the crowd It may sound strange but you're the only One that hears me strong and loud So I come here when my life's too much Under a sky of black and blue Just a pile of broken rocks and dreams And of blissful days so few.
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