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Afterlife
In a cemetary, so vacant
We lie under the breath of the earth
Under the footsteps of the world
Cemetary, so gloomy, why do we cast us there?
To die amongst the dead
In a place as gloomy as stone
From every dying heart of stone
Every breath of the day, we cannot see
Can only remember, the panting yesterdays
All too slow to catch up with us
On every cold afternoon
Every gloomy face
Sleeping under the earth
Why do we cast ourselves down?
