Shiver

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To sleep on stolen grass

Or pass into the waking

Of a child's first breath

While a father stands, shaking


To hold so close that one heart

Have we each other

But a memory of my bright

Shining brother


Running

From the fire

Angels choir 

And I'll be there too


Shiver

Life Giver

Deliver

To the River


To speak another word

To let such sorrow yeild

Is to break right open

At the blows you weild


And the future lies waiting

For my hand to hold

This land of old

To heal



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