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for thee fall in the lurking lake
move me like morning cakes
books and food summer pain
knock me down my heart in vain
lord take me to thy resting place
to the most anointed i thee wake
choose thee now thy holy grace
a piercing pain no more i can take
left to rot in my broken hearts lake

To my little brother
Philip who was born
with a hole in his heart
sadly short life gone
love you and miss you

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