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GRAVEYARD

Inscriptions carved in stone
Are grown over with age and moss
In the graveyard of time;
They said there was life here
But the moan of the wind
Is all that the silence can know;
Over there, in the shadows,
Light flickers through the stone,
Becomes the echo of a song.

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