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Saddleworth Moor.
Weighed down by grey she struggles to lift her self from the heather
Misty tears caress her for too long then leave in the wind
Blurring into one with the millennia stretching to leave an ache
In all who watch or walk upon her in savage beauty she remains alone
Horizons come close to her as they settle at her edge
Streaks of grey betray her age as they crumble into a stream
Man made walls hewn from her bones fall over time
Each shriek in a gale each cloud in a storm is lost here
As are we all on the moor
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One thing in life is certain you wont get out alive
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