a dog with a lame leg drags itself around the tombs
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Mrs. Watson talks with someone who's been dead for years
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a sickly smell of urine rising from her tights
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two old ladies on a park bench sitting silent already dead
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what a wonderfull place to have a cup of tea
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what a wonderfull place to read a book 'bout love
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what a wonderfull place to sit around with me under a tree
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on an afternoon in the cemetery
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millions of flies spiral around a cross before they land
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in a fresh grave someone dug last night
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the little chappel looks so sad even the flowers seem to cry
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and all those people seem to wait for the moment they will die
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what a wonderfull place to have a cup of tea
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what a wonderfull place to read a book 'bout
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what a wonderfull place to sit around with me under a tree
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on an afternoon in the cemetery
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Afternoon In The Cemetery
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Fury in the Slaughterhouse |