Poetry Vol. III

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Alter of sad stones

By an empty alter of sad stones Lay their ancestors bones Come gather your candle light As we watch them pass over into the night Incenses sweetens the air As we live on with care By an empty alter of sad stones Bodies lay all alone Priest where be thee Their souls should be set free So where be thee The Charlie stands empty By an empty alter of sad stones My heart lays broken Was this grace’s token


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