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Graveyard
There was an woman when I used to play
When I was a child
She used to cry every day at the grave of her lost son
It was a village
There was a playground
And there was a grave
And I played
And she cried
Every day
Speaking words to the dead
Now every day in my life feels exactly like that.
When I was a child
She used to cry every day at the grave of her lost son
It was a village
There was a playground
And there was a grave
And I played
And she cried
Every day
Speaking words to the dead
Now every day in my life feels exactly like that.
Published 14th Mar 2023
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