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FOLLOWERS
An unknown field I lie.
Soul and life, a darken sky.
Of persons’ visit, not one did cry
A hundred souls, in olden rock, they lie.
Civil love, of give and try.
A thousand holes the bodies’ lie.
Toil of living, takes a stride of war, hunger,
A million lie.
Not lonely dirt, forget demises’
Generation soon, the future lies’
By…..e. l. murphy
