Beyond the Happy Valley
Where is heard the robin's trill
A place of timeless beauty lies
A place they call Snow Hill
She rests there now in silence
'Neath the cape of winter's chill
A solitary testament
Bereft of life, and still
And what can break that silence
Touched by neither pen nor quill
That silence, now, is deafening
Its keening wail is shrill
Betrayal, with her buried,
Leaves its story unfulfilled
Until that final Judgement Day
It lingers...quite...still
Beyond the Happy Valley
Where is heard the robin's trill
A place of timeless beauty lies
A place they call Snow Hill
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