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On the edge of a cliff
Stands a lonely silhouette Hands crossed over A shattered heart Looking out to sea. Six years six months six days since the day, Her dear son Peter Had a ship take him away. He went accross the oceans Along with many others Taking her heart, Essence and soul. The soldiers did return, She knew this for a fact, Even though she waited Pete was not one to come back. On the edge of a cliff Stands a lonely silhouette Hands crossed over a shattered heart Gazing out to sea. Six years six months Six days since the day, And the poor shattered heart dived...and let the sea wash the pain away.
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