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My hemlock
Tall I stood
reaching out my hand
to hold on to my hemlock
so pure
a beauty pure
As I held her hand
the wind whispered to my ear
but I
not ready to turn...
reaching out my hand
to hold on to my hemlock
so pure
a beauty pure
As I held her hand
the wind whispered to my ear
but I
not ready to turn...
