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On a clowdy Autumn morning,
Amongs the naked trees,
A figure is digging a hole,
Slowly shaking it's knees...

Grey skies watch over this person,
White mysts hover about,
The hole's getting deeper,
The sack nearby leaves no doubt...

Cold nothern winds fly through the leaves,
The milky air pours down the well,
And tangles up the sack,
For whom does toll the bell?

And now the grave is filled with worms,
"Shh, my dead friend, they're not mean!"
Here, is where death no longer waits,
This day's a different halloween!

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