As I sit at the Sea beggers wood,
Wall of the Emperor before,
Campsies and Ochils distant,
As if they were mountains,
On a far away land,
I speak of the calling,
Wherever you will go,
I long to hold you close.
Memories run
thoughts linger
Of the times you and I had
Battles we fought
The grass still shapped
where we lay
I miss you
I love you
I long to hold you again
As I sit at the Sea beggers wood,
Wall of the Emperor before,
Campsies and Ochils distant,
As if they were mountains,
On a far away land,
I speak of the calling,
Wherever you will go,
I long to hold you close.
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