Laura
Copyright (c) 1993, Mark Mosko
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With oaken trees along side,
Like an elf in the woods I hide.
I began my slumber out here
Within this shallow grave I used to fear.
Don't you agree these trees are beautiful?
They are like a painting, so peaceful.
I can't understand why I'm crying,
Maybe it was your lying --
Let me close my eyes and forget.
I still can't believe that it's over, yet.
Let me rest for a little longer,
Wait until I'm a little stronger.
Brother, kiss me good-bye.
Mother, please don't cry.
My name is Laura, I'm over here,
Burried under this oak tree, near.
I'm peaceful under these trees.
They coax me with their fallen leaves.