Sat in the graveyard where you lay
The grass was green that summer’s day
I looked to see if She was there
The One who was the Lady fair
But where She was I could not say
In years long gone She went away
For her return you soft did pray
Her absence you could hardly bear
Sat in the graveyard
I wondered if I called She may
Appear again for aye to stay
So you could rest without a care
No matter if the world did stare
Perhaps She’d come if I did pray
Sat in the graveyard
This has such a classical feel, really like it
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Thanks very much
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I just tried to comment on your Holy Water one but it wouldn’t go through. But Icwanted to say YESSS! Absoluteli it!
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