|  Clara
Shackled;
I am taken...
Away from my home
shores.
Beaten; they have force
me,
to take and man the
oars.
As we rowed out on the
ocean,
Tears streamed from my
eyes.
Clara, my darling...
I now write to say
goodbye.
From you and our small
daughter,
They have taken me away.
Do not cry fot me, my
darling...
Hark now to what I say:
On those Emerald shores,
my Sweet One,
My soul will always
dwell.
In the grove, were we
first meet,
Is where my LOVE is
felt.
'Neath the oak
tree where we made love,
You shall feel my
presence more.
On the wind my voice
will call to you,
From this distant shore.
Do not grieve for
me, my darling...
Please wipe away your
tears.
Remember me Clara,
Forever, I will be near.
In a tree our names are
carved,
Beneath a tree we were
as ONE.
Near a tree we shall
meet, again.
If GOD's will will
be done.
I LOVE YOU, ALWAYS
ToR
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