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Swards Of Green Fields

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“Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.”
Beneath the swards of green fields,
to keep the halls fresh and dry.
Stone rooms for those who have passed…
the remains of our ancestors,
haunted or cursed.
“While I draw this fleeting breath.”

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