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IN THE PEACE TOGETHER THEY SLEEP. WHERE THE GRAVES ARE
DARK AND DEEP. IN PERFECT HARMONY DO THEY LAY ALL OTHERS FEELINGS PUT ASIDE NOTHING ELSE LEFT TO HIDE.
WHEN ALL WAS
FINISHED THEY WENT INTO DREAMLESS SLEEP CONTENT AS THE WORLD WOULD PASS THEM BY IN THE GRAVES IS WHERE THEY LIE.
NO
MORE LOVES TO SING THEIR PRAISE. IN THE COMING OR PASSING DAYS. ALL THE SEASONS BLEND AS ONE WITH THE RISING OR SETTING SUN.
IN THE GRAVEYARD SO FAR AWAY IN PERFECT HARMONY DO THEY LAY.
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