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Behind every tree and every rock
Spectres of the dead await
Utters a call to be buried down, down
Not left to rot on the surface
Lest to be ravens prey
Six feet is enough so get your effort
And dig down our bodies
With your bare hands
We beg you let us rest
Alone and to be not defiled
Aid they get and doth finally find peace
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