Beautiful Lie the Dead

Stephen Phillips

1864 to 1915

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Beautiful Lie the Dead - Track 1

Beautiful lie the dead;
  Clear comes each feature;
Satisfied not to be,
  Strangely contented.

Like ships, the anchor dropped,
  Furled every sail is;
Mirrored with all their masts
  In a deep water.

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