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Date: Friday, 6th March 2015 @ 02:08:43 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: alicewhite
By the grace of god
My house was built
With a strong foundation
Now under my feet
Now I lay my head down there n sleep
But I still hear the sound of bleeting sheep
Sarah my summer solstice sister
Born with blue blood the true royal descendant of legends
Mystical magicical heir of fore gone witches and wizards living talisman alchemical gold seekers sought after pendant
Born June 21st O neg blood
Pure and clean'
Do you know what I mean?
Your our father once said to me
I give to you what my ancesters gave to me
The gift of sight so you can see
What was n what is and still yet to be
All of The things we are not meant to see
Have you ever heard me sing?
Well listen to me now
I'm giving it back to you
Sarah what did you inherit?
You never falter
As you said
You come from Adam and Eve
But I call upon you now from my newly built house
Cause I know that you hold the white rabbit
And magic up your sleeve
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