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When Came The Dawn

At evening time when sets the sun
A creeping darkness then will come
And bury yet another day
Into the night where demons play

Purgas Grove

As the mists and the damp of early November
Hid the whipering woods of the Sangamon tree
The smoldering fires were all I remember
The curse of this land, it still haunted me

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A Soldier

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