Monday, August 7, 2017

Bethany

There she sits on the bench so fair with her long and lengthy hair 
There she sits and waits for me
Yes there she is my Bethany
That time seems so long ago
Just before the fallen snow
Before death’s icy hand stole you from me and the land to never hear your voice just so 
This is a hell only I can know 
For you were a true love to me, yes you were my Bethany

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