A sleazy march
A grumbling crowd I saw
And it was night.
Up,
Up a cemetery road
Went up the crowd
And sighs and
Groans crawled round.
Fatigued and slow
Moved
Round the tombs
The crowd:
White Dawn began to come
And
Faded the crowd
Before the Dawn.
Though it was night.
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