Bones and Stones

Bones and Stones

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~Bones and Stones~

Far from the haunts of man I go
Far from the haste to seek repose
Far from the ports of turbulence
Far, far away lies my recompense

Deep in the rivers running wide
Sounds a familiar lullaby
Up in the limbs of crooked trees
Whispers a revered melody

Over the pastures as they sway
Paradise casts my fears away
Underneath willow tresses bright
There lies Apollo as he writes

Gone is the pull of anarchy
Ousted by nature’s harmony
Here, by the voices of the stones
Hums the sweet chorus of my bones

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