Sinuate leaves are all around,
and blossoming flowers found.
Moisten soil from the ground,
dewdrops come falling down.
Sexton shovels bodies to abound,
a most distant crying hound.
Dead men then form a mound,
an echoing windy sound.
Stranger’s names that surround,
and men who bore no crown.
A hollow body sojourns.
An everlasting spirit yearns.
Breathe the fresh air of the day.
Close your eyes and you go away.
There dwell the boys past yonder,
the beloved boys of Molly.
There with their dear smiling faces,
and cheerful laughter fain and jolly.
Why did you have to go away?
And so far away when there,
was still sunlight in the day.
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