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He recalled the first time he saw her
Dressed up in pink ribbons and lace
No she wasn't the fairest of damsels
Looking shy and so out of place
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~ FOOTSTEPS IN THE SNOW ~

They were big much bigger than mine
deep and wide many years ago
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There's a subtle sound falling on my ears;

I feel it's breath as it speaks.
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Her face was framed before me
by golden locks of curls
The sun smiled down
and kissed the cheeks
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She sits alone in the silence, lost in her book.
This is how she spends her time, has for so long.
In the pages of books, she finds her life.
Not here, not in this dusty, nowhere place she was birthed to.
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All is quiet around me
Reflecting in the silence
The stillness begins to speak
I'm lost in the memories
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A shadow falls across the land,
like the stretching of a hand.
Large and strong, thick and wide,
crushing souls down deep inside.
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Love On A Hillside

He recalled the first time he saw her
Dressed up in pink ribbons and lace
No she wasn't the fairest of damsels
Looking shy and so out of place
But he knew right then that he loved her
And he couldn't let her slip away
So he asked to sit down beside her
And he met her again the next day
They wed one bright summer morning
Family and friends gathered round
They swore their love to each other
As the sun was just going down
The years flew by oh so quickly
Their babies were destined to die
They never questioned the reasons
And they never asked their Lord why
They lived all alone on a hillside
In a cottage on a wee bit of land
She seen it as a great mansion
Built for her by his loving hands
They sat on the porch in the evening
He saw her in ribbons and lace
She knew just what he was thinking
Blushing as she touched his face
Some say they still walk that hillside
Picking flowers like so long ago
To place on the graves of their babies
That's how this story was told

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