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JANE'S MEMORY
Rain falls from the sky
Fresh on my skin
Kisses my face
I drag myself up
Weary I walk
Guided by grace
There in the darkness
A flicker of light
Leading me onwards
Over the moors
To a road
A road winding slow
That leads to a house
A house that I know...
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