there's a big stone there, yeah.
The big stone with my name on it.
Look, there's my name right there.
Is it me down here being hid?
There's a big storm up high.
You might pretend that you're blind to see.
Too scared, good bye.
No way it cannot be me.
If you dare taking closer looks,
touch the cherubs of marble grey.
Smell the wet soil beneath your boots.
No, mate, that is not a grave.
Graveyard it is.
graveyard
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