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Spent my days on the tramp and on the oceans on the quest for what it’s for I strode the nights I slept in the dark of the arches where all strangers used to sleep saw the ghost side of the land as the sun went down on me At Potter’s Field is where you find me beneath the oak trees and the moon I nest at Potter’s Field is where I laid down amongst my predators and friends I rest Close your eyes and you can hear the weeping forgotten lonely hearts can’t make their peace hear unchristened souls yearning for remission and relief the shady side of life and the downside of belief At Potter’s Field is where you find me beneath the oak trees and the moon I nest at Potter’s Field is where I laid down amongst my predators and friends I rest Along the streets of disregard and across the eldritch boulevard you’ll find a place calm and concealed here’s Potter’s Field From Letras Mania