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In the darkness of the night
When the stars twinkle bright
And the moon casts its light
Across the sleepy lands
Little creatures c..
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The rain pours from the Heavens
And eases away the pain
It comforts with each drop
And makes it seem as though the
world shares my loss
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Her black hair snakes down her
back
Her eyes are like smouldering coals
Her wings a black downy
Dressed from head to foot in black
Ev..
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My granddad's two granny's were called Rose, as was his mother, sister and his wife. I wrote this for his 90th birthday
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