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Thursday 17th October 2024 10:51 pm
The Chapel on the Hill
We got wed there one cold rainy June
Your bouquet flew in the air like a hawk
Derelict now, mossy gravestones its guards
We've got old, and worse, rarely talk
The chapel on the hill, the chapel on the hill
Ghostly with echoes of lost joys and sorrow
The chapel on the hill, the chapel on the hill
They're pulling it down tomorrow
Three boys we raised, they're all ab...
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