Ah! the word cemetery
how often mother to utter it you have made me
you
my mother of the cemetery
inside the cemetery sleep the residents
the sleep, the long sleep
while
the energy from underneath the cold stones
that seal the grave
escape and roam.
ah! the word cemetery
how often mother to utter it you have made me
you
my mother of the cemetery
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