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A Night's Walk By The Brook

Member since 2002 · Posted 12 Jul 2002 · 1 comment

Shadows pass before the moon In silent promenade, And in the whispering of the brook False promises are made. Hollow threats and vulgar vows Come creeping, intertwined, And though I know the voices lie, I stop- and look behind.

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